The ink had barely dried on the page when Isabella first understood...

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The ink had barely dried on the page when Isabella first understood that the machine was not merely imitating anyone.

It was reading her. The Murphy's Typewriter sat on Arthur Windsor's desk like some brass and iron beast that had been coaxed from the dreams of a mad engineer. It was 1886, and London was a city of fog and gaslight, of soot-stained brick and whispered scandal. Arthur was twenty-eight, the youngest fellow ever elected to the Royal Society, and he possessed the kind of smile that made people...

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