The Gilded Clockwork of Silence
## Act I: The Ticking Fog The fog of London did not merely drift; it possessed a weight, a damp, suffocating quality that tasted of sulfur and old copper. Captain Arthur Sterling stood upon the observation deck of the *H.M.S. Aethelgard*, his boots clicking softly against the polished brass plating. Around him, the city was a ghost of its former self, shrouded in a grey veil that seemed to...
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