Murdoch adjusted his collar, his mind already cataloging the architectural anomalies of the palace. His contact was Inspector Baltazar, a man who viewed Murdoch’s "scientific gadgets" with a mix of suspicion and weary amusement.
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"The future is rarely usual, Inspector," Murdoch replied with a slight, knowing smile. "It is simply a matter of looking at the evidence through a different lens." Murdoch adjusted his collar, his mind already cataloging
As the sun set over the Atlantic, Murdoch cornered the thief—a disgraced engineer—using a combination of logic and a well-timed that jammed the thief's getaway carriage. Instead, he knelt to examine a faint, iridescent
Before boarding the steamer back to Canada, Murdoch shared a glass of Port with Baltazar. "Your methods are... unusual, Murdoch," Baltazar remarked.