The Distant Promise
The gaslight in the Great Hall of St. Jude’s Industrial Academy flickered, a sickly yellow pulse that seemed to synchronize with the frantic beating of Arthur Penhaligon’s heart, casting long, distorted shadows across the polished mahogany tables where the faculty sat in judgmental silence, their faces pale masks of bureaucratic authority under the weight of the impending winter, while Arthur...
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