The Solitary Guardian of Victoria

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The fog in the northern town of Blackwood did not merely drift; it clung to the skin like a damp shroud, smelling of sea-salt and coal-smoke. For Arthur, a young man whose hands were permanently stained with the grit of the iron mines, the fog was the only thing that felt honest. It hid the decay of the town and the hollow look in his own eyes. His world was a small, drafty cottage at the edge...

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