The Connoisseurs Last Supper
The Connoisseur's Last Supper I. The fog came in on the west wind, thick as wool and twice as foul. Arthur Pendelton-Vane stood at the observatory dome of Wilton Park Manor and watched London disappear beneath it. His brass telescope still hummed from the night's observations—a low, almost musical vibration that he had begun to associate with the signal. Three weeks since he first decoded the...
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