The Wistful Mirror

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The rain falls on the soot-blackened streets of London, a cold and steady weeping that mirrors the silence in your chest. You stand at the window of the apothecary, watching the gas lamps flicker in the mist. The year is 1894. The air smells of coal smoke and wet wool. You are Dr. Arthur Vane. You are not what they say you are. You hold the vial in your hand. It is filled with a liquid the...

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