The Last Immortal Serum
Arthur Blackwood sat in his counting-house on Fleet Street, the fog pressing against the windowpanes like a living thing. It was April Fools' Day, 1888, and the world had nearly ended at half past ten.It began with a laugh.郑丽丽—no, that was not her name. Her name was Eleanor Price, and she had brought her laptop to the office as a joke. She projected a news broadcast onto the wall: the IT...
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