The Gilded Cage of Time

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The fog of London did not merely drift; it clung, a damp, grey shroud that tasted of coal smoke and forgotten prayers. I stood by the window of my study, watching the soot settle on the velvet curtains. I was twenty years old. I had been twenty years old for seventy-two years. The elixir—the Great Work of the Alchemists—had promised me the world. It had promised that the mind could outlast the...

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