The fog thickened over London like a shroud drawn across a dying...

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The fog thickened over London like a shroud drawn across a dying man's face. Arthur Pendelton stood at the window of his garret room and watched the gas lamps flicker below, their yellow halos bleeding into the fog like watercolors on wet paper.

"They're calling it a cathedral," Dr. Cornelius Blackwood said from the workbench, not looking up from his calculations. "An etheric cathedral. Moveable. They'll lift Whitechapel off its foundations and carry it seven miles north." Arthur turned from the window. The laboratory was a cathedral of a different sort—cramped with brass instruments, glass tubes filled with bubbling chemicals, and...

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