The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

1924, November 12. The air in the laboratory smells of sulfur and damp wool. I have synthesized the Ashen Tonic again, and the vial glows with a faint, pulsing blackness. Clara is wasting away in the next room, her skin translucent over bone, her breath shallow in the cold night. I do not care for the smell. I do not care for the council’s frown. I only care that the ash is ready. The rule is...

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