TITLE: Voices from the Invisible Void
The encounter with the chimney sweep was the catalyst, the moment the invisibility ceased to be a tool and became a wall. 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 scent of...
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