The Wistful Incense
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the ink still wet with the smell of institutional indifference. Dr. Elias Thorne, forty-two, stood in his laboratory at St. Jude’s Hospital, holding the parchment like a dead bird. The Board of Governors had suspended his research into the new alkaloid, citing "unscientific mysticism" and a lack of peer-reviewed data. Elias knew the truth. He had found the cure...
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