The Faded Chronicle
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the streets of London into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the fractured light of sodium lamps. Inside the narrow, high-ceilinged flat on the fourth floor, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and the metallic tang of the disease that had settled into Clara’s lungs, a slow, crushing weight that she fought...
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