The Geometry of Forbidden Forgiveness
The laboratory was not a place of healing, but a place of subtraction. Rene Duval entered the hidden room beneath the salon and felt the immediate drop in temperature, as if the very air had been stripped of its warmth. The jars of formaldehyde lined the walls, containing the physical remnants of a spiritual heist. The Count had not just studied the soul; he had mined it, extracting the...
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