The Ink and the Canvas
Act I -- The Spark The gas lamps along Bloomsbury street threw their amber haloes upon the wet cobblestones as Adeline Foster hurried through the November fog, her shawl drawn tight against a cold that had nothing to do with the weather. She carried under her arm the latest issue of The Monthly Review, its pages still bearing the faint chemical scent of the publisher's press. Inside was her...
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