The Price of Prometheus
The brass box sat on the laboratory table, still warm from Arthur's last journey. Outside, the Thames fog pressed against the windowpanes like a living thing, searching for entry. Inside the box, the crystals had dimmed. Each crystal represented a world, and three of them were dark now. Three worlds visited. Three lives lost. Arthur Pendleton stood over the corpse of his friend and assistant,...
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