The Aeterna Divide

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The gas lamp flickered as Thomas Ashworth coughed into his handkerchief. When he pulled it away, Elizabeth saw the blood again—dark and thick, like the Thames at low tide. He was seventeen but looked fifty. The wasting sickness had taken his flesh, his hair, his voice. All that remained were eyes: wide, bright, and terrified. "El," he whispered, his voice a dry leaf scraping stone. "Don't let...

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