The Fading Afterglow

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The fog of London in November was not merely weather; it was a shroud, a damp, grey velvet that clung to the soot-stained bricks of Mayfair and muffled the screams of the dying city. For Arthur Winston, the fog had entered his lungs years ago, a slow-acting poison of debt and desperation. Arthur stood in the center of the Great Hall of Winston Manor, his boots clicking hollowly on the checkered...

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