The Alchemist's Solitude

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The fog of 1850s London was a living thing, a grey beast that swallowed the hansom cabs and the gas lamps of Fleet Street. Alistair Thorne lived in the belly of the city, in a laboratory that smelled of sulfur, old parchment, and the metallic tang of mercury. He was a man of obsession, a scholar who believed that the human soul was merely a complex chemical equation waiting to be solved. His...

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