Lazarus Machine, The (A Tweed & Nightingale Adventure): 1 - Plot & Excerpts
The early autumn evening was chill; wet, brown leaves flicked and gusted through the air, bringing with them the first hint of winter. Octavia shivered as she stared up at the double-story house. Obviously, the company had done well for its owners, because the house was in a leafy, well-kept street, with red-brick houses and immaculate, if small, gardens. Tesla power was available here. She could tell by the yellow-white glow shining from the windows. Gas lanterns had a singularly different look about them. In fact, the Tesla Tower itself could be seen from the street. It heaved up into the clouds, red and orange warning lights flickering on its bulbous crest to warn away passing airships. It looked as if they were out of luck, though. Henry Meriweather's house was dark and silent, the only house on the street without some kind of light burning inside. Tweed hurried along the short path and knocked firmly on the door. No answer. Octavia pushed the doorbell, hearing the long ring echoing inside the house.
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