The Last Federation
The laboratory in the Scottish Highlands smelled of coal smoke and machine oil and something else—something Ian MacRae could not name but recognized immediately as the scent of discovery. It was November 1888. London was a city of fog and gaslights and ambition. The British Empire stretched across a quarter of the globe, and at its heart, in workshops and universities and secret laboratories,...
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