The Eclipse of Carthage
The fog that rolled in from the Thames that November did not behave as fog should. It carried with it the taste of copper and the hum of a thousand invisible wires. I stood at the window of our laboratory on Gower Street and watched the gas lamps along the street flicker and die, one by one, as though some great hand were extinguishing the stars of the earth. Dr. Catherine Moore stood beside...
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