The Luminous Engine of Blackwood Manor
I found my father's journal behind a loose brick in the laboratory wall. It was three months before the sky burned, though nobody knew it then. The journal was bound in cracked leather, the pages yellowed with damp and something else -- something that smelled faintly of ozone, as though the very act of writing had generated a charge. The first entry was dated 1886. "The calculations are...
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