The Silent Carriage
Arthur was a man of shadows, his existence a series of grey mornings and charcoal nights in the outskirts of Victorian London. He drove a hansom cab, though the horse, a weary bay named Barnaby, seemed to mirror Arthur's own exhaustion. Arthur’s eyes, once bright with the hope of a youth spent in the countryside, were now hollowed out, haunted by a ghost that didn't haunt the streets, but the...
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