The Poison Protocol
The laboratory beneath Isolda MacKenzie's house in Edinburgh smelled of sulphur and lavender. She had chosen the lavender to mask the sulphur, a decision that was itself a kind of poetry: the attempt to make something poisonous beautiful. She was twenty-five. She had been married for six months. She had spoken fewer than sixty words to her husband. --- Isolda's father had been a chemist at...
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