The fog rolled down from the laboratory like a living thing.

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Detective Inspector Arthur Hargreaves stood at the threshold of Lord Harrington's mansion in Kensington, watching it curl across the parquet floor. It was not ordinary fog. It was metallic—thin, silver-grey, with a faint golden shimmer. Where it touched the carpet, the wool darkened and stiffened, as though soaked in some invisible preservative. "Hargreaves." Miss Beatrice Linley stood in the...

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