The Chemical God
The sanitarium was a place of white tiles and the smell of bleach, a sterile purgatory for the "unrecoverable." Victor sat in his reinforced chair, his body a frozen sculpture of wasted muscle and pale skin. To the doctors, he was a case study in spinal trauma. To himself, he was a god in exile. Victor had once been the most feared neuro-chemist in Europe, a man who viewed the human brain as a...
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