The Ether Lens

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The Ether Lens

The fog clung to London like a shroud in the spring of 1887, and I, Eleanor West, was making my living by fixing the broken instruments of gentlemen who could afford to lose their time but not their machines. It was Professor Henry Wells who brought me the contract. He found me in my workshop in Kensington, surrounded by disassembled barometers and telegraph receivers, and spoke of something...

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