The Blue Exile

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The Blue Exile

The cold did not come from the sky. It came from the coal furnace, from the iron pipes, from the hands of the men who had built this machine in the dark beneath Greenwich. Arthur Winslow stood on the observation platform of the Sky Vault and looked up through the glass dome at the London fog. It was thick tonight, the kind of fog that made the gas lamps look like drowned stars. He had been...

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