The Iron Spire
## [English Version] The fog came down over London like a shroud, thick and yellow with coal smoke, and Arthur Blackwell pulled his coat tighter as he walked. It had been three weeks since he left the City. Three weeks of hiding in lodging houses and counting coins, of watching every man in a dark suit and wondering if he was a detective. The magistrates had issued a warrant for his arrest on...
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