The Last Apothecary of Whitechapel

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The fog didn't just cling to the cobblestones of Whitechapel; it breathed. It was a thick, jaundiced soup that tasted of coal smoke and desperation. Arthur stood by the window of his surgery, watching the silhouettes of the wretched drift through the gloom. In his hand, he held a vial of iridescent sapphire liquid—the Elixir of Continuity. For a decade, Arthur had chased the ghost of longevity....

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