The Alchemist's Effigy
(Variant V-07: Gothic/Suspense) The fog of 1888 London was a living thing, a sulfurous yellow beast that swallowed the gaslights and muffled the screams of the East End. Dr. Alistair Thorne lived in the heart of this gloom, in a townhouse that smelled of formaldehyde, sulfur, and ancient, rotting parchment. Thorne was not a physician of the body, but a physician of the essence. He was an...
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