The-Last-Breath-of-Eternity
The Last Breath of Eternity I hold the decision in my hands the way a man might hold a dying bird — afraid to squeeze too tight, afraid to hold too loose. In my right hand, a small crystal vial filled with a liquid the colour of weak tea. Dr. Whitmore calls it the Elixir. In my left hand, a ledger page showing a gap of fifty thousand pounds in the East India Company's accounts. A gap that, once...
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