The Alchemist's Tower
The year was 1348, and the air of Florence tasted of ash and vinegar. The Black Death had turned the city into a charnel house, where the only thing more plentiful than corpses was the fear of God. Julian was a man of science in an age of superstition, an alchemist who had been branded a heretic for suggesting that the soul was not a ghost, but a complex arrangement of elements. In the depths...
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