The Iron Calculus

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The Iron Calculus

The fog came down over London like a shroud, thick and yellow with coal smoke. Edward Marchant stood at the window of his Whitechapel garret and watched the gas lamps bleed their orange halos into the murk. Below, the cobblestones gleamed wetly, reflecting nothing. He turned from the window and looked at the device on his desk. It sat in a crate of packing straw, wrapped in oilcloth that...

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