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Spring 1879 – The Mirror Can Find No Reflection of My Soul

The ice cracked again. I could not see where but I could feel the surface shift beneath our feet. I said, “We cannot stay here. The thaw is coming. The lake wishes to see the sky once more.”  The wretch … Continue reading

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Winter 1878 – Every Devil Has A Mailing Address

  “Why would you give me this, Pudovkin?” I asked. I looked again at the notebook. The addresses were written in the alchemist’s clear, tight cursive.  “Would you believe that my conscience drove me to it? The men listed on … Continue reading

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Summer 1872 – Unraveling Threads of Mystery

Podovkin’s smile held no humor. His eyes twinkled but with the glitter of sunshine on far away snow. I am sure that he was amused but I think that his decades of pursuing his alchemic mysteries had left him distanced … Continue reading

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Spring 1872 – To Plumb the Springs of Creation

  Pudovkin sat calmly, as if his laboratory were not in shambles and rain was not leaking through the roof. “Eisenstein created, or perhaps, discovered the protean flesh that made it possible for DeFrancis to craft his being. DeFrancis’s notes … Continue reading

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Spring 1872 – Each New Breath is a Measure of Hell

  The wretch’s trail was simple to follow. Broken fences; smashed windows; terrified, babbling witnesses were left in his wake. “Father,” I said, “I feel as if we have run this hunt a hundred times already. Is the outcome ever … Continue reading

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Winter 1871 – Dancing Upon Gravestones

  Father stood motionless. Catherine stared at him. He slowly lowered himself to the ground and sat. Catherine swayed, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She closed her eyes and inhaled. She held her breath until it seemed as … Continue reading

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Winter 1871 – A Candle, Relit, Burns Not With the Original Flame

  Adalaida looked at her hands as if she held the answer in her palms. After a moment she closed them into fists. She said, “I had never expected to have a child. What man would want me? Yet Domo … Continue reading

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Winter 1844 – A Beautiful Prison

“I was dead,” she said. “She was dead. We were both dead. Prevost cared not. He captured the soul and locked it into this corpse and told us we were alive.” She shook her head. “We are not. We should … Continue reading

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Summer 1844 – Singular in Creation

“There have been others like yourself,” I said. “I have met some of them.” He looked at me through narrowed eyes. “You are not one of these fragile men. The light that surrounds you is different.” 

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Summer 1844 – Wedded to Emptiness

The magistrate lead us to the cell. He pointed but he himself did not look. “She’s in there. She don’t speak. She won’t eat. She just sits in the corner and moans. The first night she howled for hours. I … Continue reading

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