V-01: The Velvet Silence
(Victorian Melancholy) The rain in London did not fall; it lingered, a grey shroud that clung to the limestone walls of St. Jude’s Academy. In the dim light of the East Library, Clara sat amidst the scent of old parchment and damp wool. She was a ghost in a house of gold, the daughter of a disgraced earl, tolerated only for the sake of a distant, cold kinship. Julian was the academy’s singular...
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