The Iron Wheel of London
It arrived at half-past three on a Tuesday in November, wrapped in oilcloth and sealed with wax the colour of dried blood. Arthur Pendleton found it on his workbench at the back of his father's curiosity shop on Fleet Street, where it had been left by a messenger who would not say his name, would not take payment, and vanished into the fog before Arthur could ask him which street he came from....
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