Greetings, dear ones. The night was heavy with fog as she wandered through the desolate streets of Victorian London. The gas lamps flickered, casting long shadows that danced with the mist. Each step she took echoed through the empty lanes, a reminder of the loneliness that had become her constant companion. The city was silent, save for the distant toll of a church bell, its mournful sound resonating through the night. As she passed by the old cemetery, the scent of roses filled the air…
