The Silver Cable
I. The current came at three in the morning, as it always did. I knew it by the vibration in the floorboards, a faint trembling that traveled up through the soles of my boots and into my bones. The cable station beneath the cliffs of Dover was three hundred feet below the surface of the English Channel, and the transatlantic cable that connected Britain to her colonies ran through this place...
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