The Möbius Loop of the Unseen
The light does not end; it simply returns to the beginning, changed. Julian Ashworth stood in his laboratory, holding a pinch of white powder that looked like salt but felt like a promise. He had spent twenty-four years trying to answer a question that had been etched into his soul since he was ten: why did the fever take his parents in Ceylon? He had searched for the answer in botany, in...
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