The Amber Equation
The fog did not lift from London in November of 1893. It came thick and yellow off the Thames, rolling through the gaslit streets like a living thing, pressing against windowpanes and seeping into everything. Eleanor Vance had not left her husband's study in three days. She sat before a desk that had belonged to Arthur Vance, Fellow of the Royal Society, physicist, mathematician, and—until his...
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