The Amber Cloud

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The Amber Cloud

Act I: The Spark The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow and smelling of coal smoke and something older—something that had no name in any language spoken by the living. In a townhouse on Belgrave Square, Dr. Alistair Finch adjusted the brass dials of his greatest creation and watched the sky turn amber. It had begun three years earlier, on a night when the moon hung...

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