Title: The Alchemist's Solitude
The rain in the outskirts of London did not fall; it wept. It clung to the grey stone walls of the Blackwood Estate like a shroud, dampening the spirit of everything it touched. Inside the library, Julian sat amidst a sea of yellowed parchments and bubbling retorts, the air thick with the acrid scent of sulfur and old dust. He was twenty-four, but his eyes held the weariness of a century. The...
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