The Last Curio
(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The fog of 1890s London did not merely drift; it clung to the cobblestones like a damp shroud, swallowing the gaslights and the desperate souls who wandered beneath them. Arthur lived in a house that breathed dust and silence, a sprawling Victorian relic where the walls were lined with the leather-bound ghosts of forgotten civilizations. He was a man of fragile...
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