The Silent Arc
(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The rain in London did not fall; it descended as a heavy, grey shroud, clinging to the soot-stained brick of Wapping. Inside the laboratory, Arthur Sterling stood amidst a forest of copper piping and wheezing steam valves. The air tasted of ozone and old grief. It had been seven years since the Great Storm of 1889. Seven years since a single, iridescent sphere of...
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