The Lord Chancellor's Birthday
I. The basement door burst open and a man fell into Arthur's laboratory, rolling onto the stone floor with the wet gasp of someone who had been running for hours. He was covered in soot, his clothes torn at the shoulder, and his left sleeve was dark with blood. The crystal plate on Arthur's workbench was glowing — the phosphorescent emulsion was still active, showing a moving image of a gaslit...
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