The Engine at Blackwood Mere
Act I The earth groaned first -- a low, tectonic moan that rose through the stone floors of the laboratory like the bellowing of some vast, tormented beast. Arthur Blackwood stood frozen beside the central console, his hands still outstretched toward the brass dials that had begun to spin out of control hours ago, or perhaps days. Time had lost all meaning since the Great Tremor began. Glass...
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