The Aetheric Persistence
The fog rolled off the Thames that July of 1876, thick as wool and just as suffocating, and into it came the light that would end Arthur's life and begin hers. Eileen Watson was nineteen when she stood in the garden of their Sussex estate and watched the impossible light descend upon her uncle and aunt. It was not lightning as any sensible person would recognize it -- no crack of thunder, no...
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