The Mirror of the Forgotten
In the suffocating embrace of a London fog that tasted of coal and ancient river-mud, Arthur Winsley existed as a ghost among ghosts. He was an archivist of the Undercity, a man whose entire professional existence was dedicated to the preservation of things the world had seen fit to forget. His world was one of vellum, damp ink, and the persistent, rhythmic hiss of gaslights that flickered like...
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