The Distant Machine

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, when the fog was so thick it tasted of iron and wet wool. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon sat at his desk in the library of the Ashworth Institute, a building that had once been a mill and now served as a sanctuary for the preservation of natural history. The envelope was heavy, the paper cream-colored and thick, bearing the seal of the Royal Society. He did not open it...

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