The Serum of Immortals

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October 14th, 1888 The physician's words still hang in the gaslit room like the smell of carbolic acid. Consumption, he said. The white death. Six months, perhaps less if the autumn weather turns bitter. Clara lies on the chaise lounge, her face turned toward the window where London fog presses against the glass like a living thing. I can see the sharpness of her cheekbones through the thinning...

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