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Chapter 5: Meeting the Brute, 1912

The night was thickening with fog and noises traveled in weird arcs through the air. He could hear the muffled grunting of the two fighting men on the other side of the door, but it was all intertwined with distance ship horns, the whistle of a far off policeman and the splashes of something large and energetic in the river beyond.

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Chapter 3: Meeting The Onion, 1912

“I call it The Onion because, well look at it.” Nate ran a hand along the side of the orb, which bulged a bit at the center. The brass panels were narrow, each merging to a point at the top and bottom, giving it a variegated look like its eponymous vegetable.

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