V-01: The Last Embers
(Victorian Melancholy - Tragedy Polarization) The rain in Northern England did not fall; it haunted. It was a grey, suffocating veil that clung to the jagged peaks of the moors, turning the earth into a sodden graveyard of ambition. Arthur, once a decorated army surgeon in the Crimea, had retired to a desolate stretch of the Highlands, seeking a silence that would drown out the screams of the...
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