The Last Astronomer of Bloomsbury
The room at number forty-two Pantechnicon Square had a ceiling so low that Alistair Finch had to stoop when he walked, and even then his shoulders brushed the wallpaper every third step. It did not bother him. He had long ago stopped measuring his body against the room. The room measured itself against him and found wanting. The prototype stood in the centre of that measurement, covered by a...
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