The Alchemist of Fog
The streets of Whitechapel were a labyrinth of soot and secrets, where the fog was so thick it felt like a physical weight upon the soul. Silas lived in the interstices of this world, in a basement laboratory that smelled of formaldehyde and ancient, rotting leather. He had been a prodigy at the Royal College of Chemistry, until his obsession with 'Vitalism' had turned him into a pariah. The...
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