The Lightning That Consumed
The fog clung to London like a shroud in the winter of 1888, and within its grey embrace, a ball of golden light hovered over the Thames, unseen by most but felt by all who passed beneath it on their way home from work or pleasure. Eleanor Vance stood at the window of her father's former laboratory on Gower Street, watching the fog roll in from the river. She was twenty-eight years old, an age...
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