TITLE: Echoes in the Glass House
The world continued to turn, the coal smoke continued to rise, and the yellow broth of the Thames continued to swallow the forgotten. The lingering scent of ozone and old parchment filled the air, reminding him of the countless hours spent chasing the ghost of a formula. He recalled Clara's eyes, the only mirrors in London that didn't reflect a void. The lingering scent of ozone and old...
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