V-01: The Silent Echoes of London
The fog of 1885 London did not merely cling to the cobblestones; it seeped into the very marrow of the soul. For Clara, the city was a labyrinth of grey stone and cold indifference, a far cry from the golden wheat fields of her childhood in Sussex. She moved through their townhouse in Mayfair like a ghost, her footsteps muffled by heavy velvet carpets that seemed designed to swallow any sound...
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