The Echo of the Glass Soul

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The London fog was not merely a weather pattern; it was a heavy, grey shroud that tasted of sulfur and the ancient, salt-crusted secrets of the Thames. Arthur Winsley existed in the marrow of this city, a junior archivist in the subterranean vaults of the Undercity. He was a man of meticulously carved habits, a creature of indices and cross-references who found more kinship with the vellum of a...

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