Chapter 20London, September 14, 1895
Track Three
Maxwell walked through London streets at once familiar and unfamiliar. Around every corner he could see, for a moment of shimmering mirage, 1550 and 1910 and 1848 and two different 1885s, carelessly layered. He was becoming accustomed to that, and could maneuver around the sights he knew damned well were not really there, but they were still disconcerting. Schwieger had said the hallucinations inherent in being an unmoored time traveler faded. It seemed that this was not exactly true, and more accurate to say the unmoored time traveler got used to them.
Tucked safely inside his coat was a camera in the shape of a pocket watch—which turned out to have indeed been invented by one Gavin Trevelyan, because it seemed the universe had many cons
