Title: The Silent Signal
The fog of London in 1898 did not merely drift; it clung to the cobblestones like a damp shroud, smelling of coal smoke and ancient secrets. Arthur Penhaligon lived in the intersection of these two. His attic laboratory in Bloomsbury was a forest of copper coils and humming vacuum tubes, a sanctuary where the laws of physics were treated as mere suggestions. For seven years, Arthur had been...
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