The Pulse of the Flesh
(Julian's perspective) London was a city of fog and secrets, and I was the keeper of the most forbidden one. My study was a sanctuary of anatomical charts, jars of preserved curiosities, and the heavy scent of formaldehyde. I had spent my life studying the intersection of biology and consciousness, convinced that the soul was not a spirit, but a complex biological frequency, a pattern of...
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