The Amber Scalpel
The fire in Edinburgh did not roar. It whispered. Dr. Alistair Finch remembered the laboratory—the glassware, the chemical cabinets, the strange artifact he had acquired from an estate sale in County Durham. It was a wooden box, amber-hued, carved with symbols he could not read. He had opened it out of curiosity. The symbols had glowed. Then the fire came—not the kind that spreads, but the kind...
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