The Faded Root
The ink on the ledger page shifted, a slow, viscous crawl that defied the static air of the study. Arthur watched the dark blot expand from the margin, a biological growth rather than a chemical reaction. He had packed the rotting alchemical journal into a tin box with the grim efficiency of a man disposing of a corpse, intending to sell it for the price of a week’s morphine for his mother. The...
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