The Inkwell's Abyss

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Chapter One The typewriter sat on my desk like a dead thing. Black cast iron, cold and unmoving, its keys arranged in rows like teeth that had forgotten how to bite. I pressed one. The letter E appeared in the paper with a sound like a bone snapping. Eleanor Vane sat in her room at Bloomsbury Square, London, 1887. Outside, the gas lamps of Chelsea street cast amber pools through the fog that...

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