Chapter Twenty-Eight: When the Earth Follows

London had not changed.

But she had.

The carriage wheels clattered over cobblestone, passing gaslights and velvet-curtained salons, the scent of coal smoke rising like a veil. Men in polished boots hurried past lamplit windows; women’s laughter echoed from carriages painted in crimson and gilt.

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