Title: The Clockwork Cage
The air in the Great Archive of London did not circulate; it merely stagnated, thick with the scent of decaying parchment and the metallic tang of coal smoke that seeped through the granite walls. Arthur lived in the margins of this silence. As a Grade-4 Clerk, his existence was measured in the rhythmic thumping of rubber stamps and the precise alignment of ledger entries. He was a ghost in a...
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