The Last Copper Plate

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The fog of New London did not merely drift; it possessed the city, a heavy, sulfurous shroud that tasted of oxidized iron and old grief. Above the cobblestones, the Great Gears groaned—massive, rusted teeth of the city's clockwork heart, grinding the seconds into a fine, grey powder. Arthur stood in the center of the Archive of Silence, his boots clicking on the cold brass floor. He was the...

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