**The Victorian**

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**The Victorian**

The rain in London did not merely fall; it possessed a certain oppressive quality, a grey shroud that clung to the soot-stained brickwork of the East End. Arthur Penhaligon sat in his study, a room that smelled of old vellum, stale tobacco, and a pervasive, quiet despair. He was a man of science, or so he had once believed, but the science he had pursued for forty years had led him to a...

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