The fog rolled through Whitehall like a living thing, thick and...

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The fog rolled through Whitehall like a living thing, thick and yellow as old brandy. Edward Blackwood stood at the window of his townhouse on Berkeley Square and watched it consume the gas lamps one by one, as though the darkness itself were hungry.

He was twenty-eight years old, Fellow of the Royal Society, and utterly unprepared for the summons that had arrived that morning. The man in the charcoal coat had appeared at his door before breakfast, bearing no card and offering no explanation beyond the words: "You have been chosen, sir. The Strategos Council awaits you beneath the Treasury." Then he produced a document sealed with black...

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