The Mirror of Minds
ACT I The fog in London was not weather. It was architecture. Dr. Alistair Vane stood at the window of his consulting room on Harley Street and watched it settle over the city like a shroud, muffling the gas lamps and blurring the outlines of the buildings until the world outside his window became a watercolor painting of grays and golds. Inside the room, the gaslight was steady and warm,...
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