The Alchemist's Familiar

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The heat in Georgia does not merely exist. It occupies. It moves through you like a slow tide, filling your lungs with magnolia and rot and the memory of rain that hasn't fallen in weeks. Eli Whitfield stood in the mill's drainage ditch and looked down at the white cat struggling in the mud. It had three tails, each torn and bleeding, and eyes that held the intelligence of something far older...

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