The Brooklyn Crypt
The subterranean chamber beneath the abandoned Brooklyn warehouse smelled of wet stone and centuries of accumulated dust. Reginald Ashford, senior correspondent for The Times, adjusted his spectacles and peered into the darkness where Dr. Alistair Blackwood stood beside a machine that should not have existed. It was a thing of brass and obsidian, intricate as a clockmaker's nightmare and twice...
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