The Poisoned Loom

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The Poisoned Loom

The fog did not so much settle over London as rise from it, exhaled by a million chimneys until the city existed more in vapor than in brick. Gas lamps struggled against it, their light diffused into pale halos that reached perhaps three yards before dissolving back into gray. Eileen Watson stood at her laboratory window on the fourth floor of the Beresford Textile Mill and watched it. She had...

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