The Governor of Blackwood Manor
The rain had been falling on the Indian frontier for three days when Arthur Blackwood arrived at Blackwood Manor. He was twenty-eight years old, freshly appointed governor of a border territory that existed more on paper than in reality. The British Empire had given him a title, a letter of commission, and a locked iron box containing something they called the Somnambule Machine. Do not trust...
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