The Museum of the Small
The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow, swallowing the gas lamps whole. Arthur Windsor stood at the edge of the embankment and watched it consume the city he had returned to after three years at the South Pole. He was the last man who had seen Antarctica with human eyes. Now London was a city he no longer recognized. The discovery happened on a Tuesday, though...
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