The Wistful Saga
The vial is cold in your hand, the glass thin as an eggshell, holding a liquid that smells of crushed petals and old money. You are Elias, forty-two, and this is the heart of Ambrosia, the formula that is supposed to save your career at Maison Vane. The air in the laboratory is stale, thick with the metallic tang of the centrifuge and the low, humming vibration of the extraction tanks. You have...
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