The Faded Photograph
The air in the Sterling Pharmaceutical Research Institute tasted of copper and stale lavender, a cloying scent that Edward Ashworth had long since stopped distinguishing from the metallic tang of his own exhaustion. It was 1893, a time when the steam pipes behind the plaster walls groaned with the rhythmic, arterial pulse of an industrial giant, and the windows were perpetually fogged with the...
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