The Victorian Dream
ACT I: THE AWAKENING IN DARKNESS The fog came in off the Thames like a living thing, curling around the broken pillars of St. Jude's Church with fingers of grey wool. Edmund Ashworth lay on the cold flagstones where he had collapsed three nights ago, or perhaps three years ago. Time had lost all meaning in the furnace of his fever. He had been an officer once. Lieutenant Edmund Ashworth, 47th...
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