The Shattered Horizon
I. The year was 1889, and London wore its triumph like a shroud. Professor Edmund Harrington stood at his window in Bloomsbury and watched the great gas lamps flicker above Russell Square. They had come so far — the Crystal Palace, the telegraph, the steam engine that pulled men across continents like iron worms. His father had been a weaver, his grandfather a ploughman. Edmund was the first in...
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