A Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences: Tale from the Archives
Sins of the Father
by Tee Morris
Copyright 2012 ImagineThat! Studios
The air never smelt right. It stopped smelling normal when the iron lung was installed. It tasted of metal and carbolic acid, and felt like it was burning its way down his throat.
Arthur didn’t give a damn. He was alive. Regardless of the bellows that continued to feed him oxygen, the hiss of machinations that threatened to cocoon him, and the tinny, metallic voice that he now used to issue commands to his house staff, he was alive. He was still lord of the manor.