Sample-V01: The Last Ledger

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(Victorian Melancholy) The fog of London did not merely drift; it clung. It was a wet, grey shroud that swallowed the gaslights of Whitechapel and muffled the screams of the dying. For Julian Thorne, the fog was the only honest thing left in the city. It hid the hollows of his cheeks and the tremor in his hands—hands that had once held the seal of a Duke, but now clutched a single,...

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