"Professor?"
The amber light in the laboratory had been burning for three nights. Professor Arthur Blackwood barely noticed it anymore. The glow had seeped into his skin, turning his already pallid complexion the colour of old ivory. His fingers, stained with silver nitrate and ink, trembled slightly as they adjusted the brass dials on the apparatus before him. The apparatus was ugly, he had to admit. A...
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