The chill of the Newgate Prison stone seeped into Elara's bones, a dampness that mirrored the despair clinging to her soul. One moment, she had been tending to a patient, the next, strong arms had seized her, the accusations ringing in her ears: fraud, charlatanism, and, most damning of all, accessory to the poisoning of the river. The speed and ferocity of the industrialist’s retaliation had been breathtaking. He had woven a web of lies so intricate, so meticulously crafted, that even she, with her 21st-century knowledge, struggled to unravel it.