TITLE: The Chemistry of Solitude
He saw the terror in the boy's eyes—not terror of a monster, but terror of the impossible, the floating coat, the void that breathed. The lingering scent of ozone and old parchment filled the air, reminding him of the countless hours spent chasing the ghost of a formula. Arthur felt the molecular shift not as a sudden snap, but as a gradual thinning of his presence in the world. The lingering...
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