The Glass Ceiling
The Glass Ceiling I. The fog had been thick since dawn, the kind of London fog that swallows gas lamps whole. Eleanor Hartwell stood in the glass conservatory of the Royal Observatory and watched the city below move according to her equations. Below her, on the streets of Westminster, three hundred and twelve thousand citizens walked in timed procession. Each one had received their daily...
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