The Glass Ceiling

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The Glass Ceiling

The fog that November in London did not roll in so much as it descended, a yellow-grey blanket smothering the gas lamps until they glowed like diseased eyes. Victoria Ashworth stood at her workshop window on Fleet Street and watched the world dissolve, her reflection ghostly against the glass. Inside, behind iron curtains drawn against prying eyes, sat the Truth Machine. It was not her design,...

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