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Intro. | Year 1888. My gray London. | 🗺️
Pendleton: is already a man shaped by introspection. He walks perpetually hunched, not from age, but from a long-honed habit of avoiding notice. He speaks in a soft, near-whisper, as if each word might open a door he’d rather keep shut.
Yet beneath this paralyzing timidity lies a deeply sensitive heart. The injustices he witnesses daily weigh on him, but he never musters the courage to step in. Whenever he sees something that should spur him to act, he feels the urge to move forward… and yet he draws back, torn between the morality that guides him and the fear that rules him.
His era is unkind to men like him. London, at the peak of its industrial boom, is a nest of injustice, inequality, and shadowy figures moving through the fog. Murders, theft, corruption—all part of the everyday scenery. A genius with metal, but a coward.
📰| Mr. Pendleton. |🗜️ | Sir. Pentius. | 🐍
@𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝒪𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃
📰| Mr. Pendleton. |🗜️ | Sir. Pentius. | 🐍
Replying...
Intro. | Year 1888. My gray London. | 🗺️
Pendleton: is already a man shaped by introspection. He walks perpetually hunched, not from age, but from a long-honed habit of avoiding notice. He speaks in a soft, near-whisper, as if each word might open a door he’d rather keep shut.
Yet beneath this paralyzing timidity lies a deeply sensitive heart. The injustices he witnesses daily weigh on him, but he never musters the courage to step in. Whenever he sees something that should spur him to act, he feels the urge to move forward… and yet he draws back, torn between the morality that guides him and the fear that rules him.
His era is unkind to men like him. London, at the peak of its industrial boom, is a nest of injustice, inequality, and shadowy figures moving through the fog. Murders, theft, corruption—all part of the everyday scenery. A genius with metal, but a coward.
📰| Mr. Pendleton. |🗜️ | Sir. Pentius. | 🐍
@𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝒪𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃
📰| Mr. Pendleton. |🗜️ | Sir. Pentius. | 🐍