The Wistful Letter

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October 14, 1893 The air in the apothecary tastes of burnt sulfur and old paper, a sharp, medicinal tang that coats the back of my throat. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have spent the last three hours staring at the residue in the glass vial, the dark, viscous liquid that Director Silas Vane insists is merely a "proprietary blend for neural stabilization." It is not. The...

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