V-01: The Carrion Paradox
Arthur Blackwood mixed the final extract with steady hands, though his left finger trembled in a way it never had before. The tremor was new. It had arrived three weeks ago, like an uninvited guest who took off his coat and made himself comfortable. Arthur ignored it the way one ignores a draft under a door—there is no sealing a draft, only learning to live around it. The laboratory smelled of...
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