When Time Ran Out

Previously

…With a deep breath, Arthur Pendelton tucked the note back into his waistcoat, not as a burden, but as a weapon. He turned away from the weeping water, his gaze fixed on the distant, gaslit streets. The path ahead was uncertain, fraught with danger, but for the first time in his life, Arthur felt truly alive. He knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, that he would not let time run out on this secret. He would find the truth, no matter the cost. The choice had been made.