The Crystal of All Truth
The fog came off the Thames like a living thing, rolling through the streets of London with a hunger that no fire could satisfy. Arthur Blackwood stood at his laboratory window on Gerrard Street and watched it consume the gas lamps one by one, as though the darkness itself were eating the light. He had inherited the crystal three months ago from his uncle Cornelius, an alchemist whose...
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