The Faded River
The gaslight in the laboratory flickered with a sickly, yellow jaundice, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to possess their own distinct and malicious intent, while the air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and the metallic tang of old blood, a combination that you had long since stopped distinguishing from the smell of your own decay. You stand before the glass case, your hands...
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