The Elixir of Stars
I. The blue pill sat on my desk like a drop of liquid sky. Small. Innocent. The kind of thing a child might swallow by mistake, or a man might swallow on purpose. Dr. O'Connor had given it to me three days ago. "Take it, Edgar," he had said, his voice like velvet wrapped around a razor blade. "It will help you see what others cannot see." I had not taken it. Not yet. Because I am a man of...
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