ACT I: THE INHERITANCE
The fog rolled off the Thames like a shroud, swallowing Blackwood Hall whole. Inside the crumbling north tower, Margaret Ashworth adjusted the brass gears of a machine that had no business existing in the nineteenth century. It had been her great-uncle Cornelius's — a contraption of copper coils, vacuum tubes, and a rotating drum of parchment that recorded every fluctuation in the...
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