The Alchemist's Daughter

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I The laboratory smelled of sulfur and old parchment. Arthur Pendelton sat on a wooden stool, his hands stained with chemicals, watching the last of the evening light fade through the dusty window. He was twenty-four, unemployed, and surrounded by his father's ghosts. His father had been an alchemist—or at least, that's what Arthur had always called him. The neighbors called him mad. The...

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