Chapter 25Danby, December 26, 1815
Track Three
The early winter sunset was truly the most magnificent he had ever seen. A band of emerald green encircled the horizon, fading smoothly upward into pale blue, then dark blue, then indigo. It was impossible for the naked eye to determine at what point exactly it became black.
Down in the village, the church clock began to chime four. Maxwell felt in his breast pocket for another of the cigarettes he had inadvertently brought with him from the Victorian era, and lit it with a matchstick he shouldn’t have brought to the Regency either. An exhalation of tobacco smoke obscured the clear cold sky, but only briefly.
Behind him, the kitchen door opened. He glanced over his shoulder to see Katarina, outlined in a dim red glow only fractionally brig
