The Distant Legend
In the rain-choked streets of Victorian Edinburgh, where the fog clung to the granite tenements like a shroud of wet wool, there lived a man named Thomas Marlowe who knew, with the quiet certainty of the condemned, that he was living inside a lie. The lie had begun three years earlier, on a November evening when the gas lamps along Cockburn Street flickered and died one by one, as though...
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