The Silent Clockwork of London (V-01: Victorian Melancholy)
The heavy, sulfurous fog of 1888 London did not merely drift; it possessed the city, swallowing the gaslights and muffling the screams of the East End. Julian stood before the iron gate of the Blackfriars Undercroft, a place not found on any map of the city, a place where the air tasted of oxidized copper and ancient dust. He did not belong here, in this subterranean silence, but he had no...
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