The-Aether-Engine
The Aether Engine ACT I — RISING The rain in London did not fall so much as it seeped — through cobblestone and fog, through the grey wool of overcoats, through the very bones of men who had forgotten the colour of sunlight. In a narrow house on Mortimer Street, beneath a sign that read simply "A. Blackwood – Natural Philosophy," Arthur Blackwood bent over his greatest invention. The machine...
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