The Dust of Innocence
The rain in the English countryside did not fall; it haunted. It clung to the grey stones of the moor and seeped into the marrow of the bones. Arthur, a man of science whose only companions were the dead specimens in his jars, found her in the hollow of a limestone cave—a white serpent, translucent and shivering, its life flickering like a dying candle. He did not see a creature; he saw a...
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