The Iron Lung
ACT I: THE AWAKENING The fog came down over Yorkshire on a Tuesday in November, 1847, and with it came the silence that Arthur Blackwood had come to recognize as the sound of his own dying. He woke in the great bed of his father's study at Blackwood Manor, the kind of bed that could swallow a man whole—four posts of dark oak, curtains the colour of dried blood, a mattress stuffed with horsehair...
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