The Prism of the Stolen Identity

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The London fog was not merely a weather pattern; it was a physical weight, a grey, suffocating blanket that tasted of sulfur and the ancient, salt-crusted secrets of the Thames. For Arthur Winsley, a junior archivist in the subterranean vaults of the Undercity, the fog was a sanctuary. It mirrored the state of his own life—muted, obscured, and safely tucked away from the glare of the world...

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