The Apothecary's Silence
Act 1: Setup The fog of 1880s London did not merely cling to the cobblestones; it seemed to seep into the very bones of the city. Julian stood behind the mahogany counter of his apothecary, the air thick with the scent of dried valerian and old parchment. It was nearly midnight, the hour when the city’s restlessness peaked. Then came Clara. She entered with a grace that spoke of a fallen...
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