The Canvas of Ruin (V-01: Victorian Melancholy)
The fog of London did not merely drift; it possessed the city, a grey, suffocating shroud that blurred the lines between the cobblestone streets and the weeping sky. For Julian, a painter of twenty-four, the fog was the only honest thing left in Mayfair. He spent his days in a drafty attic studio, capturing the precise shade of desperation in the eyes of the city's forgotten. His work was a...
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