Excerpt from Voices in the Night: A Chromatic Fantasia The new year was already some hours old, but the world to which it had come was still dark. Dark with a curious obscurity that was absolutely opaque yet faintly luminous because of the white fog which lay on all things and hid them from the stars; for the sky above was clear, cold, almost frosty. That was why the fog, born, not of cool vapour seeking for cloud life among the winds of heaven, but...