The Amber Ledger of Thomas Blackwood
The Amber Ledger of Thomas Blackwood The fog clung to London like a shroud, the kind of thick, yellow fog that tasted of coal smoke and secrets. Thomas Blackwood stood at the window of his uncle's Mayfair townhouse and watched the gas lamps flicker through the haze, wondering for the thousandth time how a man from 2024 could end up in 1851. It had happened three years ago. One moment he was in...
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