The Lightning Architect
The Lightning Architect ACT I The fog came down over Edinburgh like a shroud, thick and yellow and smelling of coal smoke and the Firth of Forth. Dr. Edgar Windsor stood at his study window on Chambers Street, watching it consume the city street by street, building by building, as if the world were being erased. He had not slept in three days. On his desk lay the last telegraph from London, its...
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