The fog rolled down from the hills like a living thing, swallowing...

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The fog rolled down from the hills like a living thing, swallowing the gas lamps of Bloomsbury until even the street outside Eleanor Watson's window was reduced to a pale, trembling orb. Inside her...

Dr. Silas Greenwood's automatons were not the clumsy clockwork toys of the sort exhibited at the Crystal Palace. These were machines of terrifying elegance—seven of them, each the size of a large dog, constructed from brass and polished mahogany, with faces that suggested intelligence without quite achieving it. They moved with a fluid grace that made Eleanor's hand tremble as she sketched...

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