The Iron Balloon's Shadow
The fog over London did not descend so much as rise from the Thames, a yellow-grey exhalation that clung to the gas lamps and turned their light into sickly halos. Arthur Blackwood stood at the window of his study in the Tower of London and watched it with eyes that had not slept in three days. On the desk before him lay the schematics for the Black Signal—a device of copper coils and glass...
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