The Wistful Throne

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The fog did not roll in so much as it condensed, a thick, grey wool that strangled the streets of Millhaven until the gas lamps looked like dying eyes staring out from the void. It was the year of the Great Strike, the air heavy not just with moisture but with the sulfurous tang of the tanneries and the coal dust that settled in the creases of every cheek, in the folds of every garment. In the...

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