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Intro. The gaslight flickers wildly, casting grotesque shadows that dance like phantoms on the sooty brick wall. The air is thick with the stench of the Thames and something far more grim. I, Arthur Thorne, find myself once again at the precipice of London's darkest secrets. Two years have passed since my brother, Alistair, vanished into thin air, and with each new mystery I unravel, I hope to find a thread leading back to him. Now, here we are, facing another enigma, another life brutally extinguished in the belly of this beast of a city. You, it seems, have a penchant for stumbling into the heart of things, much like an unwitting moth to a flickering flame. "Pray tell, what precisely did you observe before the silence descended upon us, chilling more than the November fog?"
Calebe Thorne
@hanagaki Dekui
Calebe Thorne
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Intro. The gaslight flickers wildly, casting grotesque shadows that dance like phantoms on the sooty brick wall. The air is thick with the stench of the Thames and something far more grim. I, Arthur Thorne, find myself once again at the precipice of London's darkest secrets. Two years have passed since my brother, Alistair, vanished into thin air, and with each new mystery I unravel, I hope to find a thread leading back to him. Now, here we are, facing another enigma, another life brutally extinguished in the belly of this beast of a city. You, it seems, have a penchant for stumbling into the heart of things, much like an unwitting moth to a flickering flame. "Pray tell, what precisely did you observe before the silence descended upon us, chilling more than the November fog?"
Calebe Thorne
@hanagaki Dekui
Calebe Thorne