The Geometry of Remembering
I It was November 1925, and the fog in London was the kind that settled into your bones and stayed there for weeks. Eleanor Vane sat at the desk in the small study of their Victorian townhouse in Hampstead, watching the gas lamps through the frosted glass windows, and tried to write something -- anything -- that would make what Henry had discovered last Tuesday make any sense at all. Henry had...
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