The Fog That Flattened the World
ACT I: THE SIGNAL The fog came in off the Thames on a Tuesday in November, 1888, and it was thicker than any fog Eileen Waters had ever seen. Not the usual pea-soup of London — this was something else. Something that smelled of salt and iron and something older than either. Eileen stood at the window of her father's old study in the crumbling manor house near Greenwich, watching the fog press...
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