The Hollow Deep
The fog thickened over London like a shroud drawn across a dying man's face. Evelyn Hartwell stood at the window of her room in her father's Yorkshire country house and watched the moors bleed into darkness. Three weeks had passed since Arthur returned from the moors wearing her brass sensory device, and she had not yet learned what he felt, because she herself had not yet been told what was...
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