The ledger sat on Arthur Winslow's desk like a dead thing. He had found it three weeks ago, hidden behind a false panel in Dr. Sebastian Graves' study at the Royal Geographical Society, and he had not slept properly since.
The study itself was a testament to Victorian obsession. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves groaned under the weight of leather-bound volumes on geography, meteorology, and political economy. A large map of London hung on the wall, marked with red pins at locations across every borough. Arthur had counted one hundred and forty-seven pins. Each pin corresponded to an entry in the ledger. He opened the...
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