The Aetheric Clockwork

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(Arthur Crowley's perspective) The viscous silence of the Aether was not a void, but a suffocating embrace. For what felt like centuries, I existed as a mere flicker of consciousness, suspended in a translucent, amber-hued slime that tasted of ozone and forgotten prayers. I was a prisoner of my own ambition, the victim of a dimensional resonance experiment that had stripped the flesh from my...

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