The Hive Mind of East End
The smog of 1850s London was a thick, yellow soup that tasted of coal and misery. Jack was a "mudlark," a scavenger who spent his days wading through the filth of the Thames, searching for scraps of metal or lost coins. He was a nobody, a ghost in the machinery of the Industrial Revolution. But Jack had found something in the mud—a small, obsidian sphere that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic...
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