The Midnight
The Midnight CipherAct IThe last copper wire hissed as Edgar Hawthorne pressed it into place. It was twenty-four minutes past midnight on Christmas Eve, 1893, and the basement workshop beneath his Bloomsbury townhouse smelled of ozone, machine oil, and the cold damp that no fire could quite penetrate.Edgar was thirty-two years old and had spent seven of those years building what his neighbours...
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