The Faded Guest
The morning light entered the laboratory not as a blessing, but as a sterile, diagnostic beam that exposed the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air, illuminating the precise, terrifying geometry of the broken glass beaker that sat upon the heavy oak table, its shards arranged in a pattern that Edmund Vane had spent three days trying to decipher, for he was a man who did not simply look at a...
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