The Alchemist's Fist

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2026-05-24 14:26:29 -

The fog rolled through Whitechapel like a living thing, thick and grey and smelling of coal smoke and river mud. Tommy Blackwood pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders and quickened his pace. He was twenty-two, slight of frame, with the pale skin of a man who had spent more time in dimly lit laboratories than in the sunlight. His hands were stained with chemicals—sulfur, mercury, traces...

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