The Alchemist's Inferno

The Alchemist's Inferno

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They called him insane. Strange. Dangerous. The epitome of the obsessed, his life swallowed by a notion that no one could believe. It was easy to look solely on the surface, at a man deemed damaged and destroyed by those who hated him. He spoke of magic, they shunned him for his forbidden words. But they were secretly curious. They said he was the man who stopped time. Rumors proclaimed he had looked death in the face and survived. People whispered about his humble beginnings, and how he rose to the top, off his own hard work. They gossiped. They wrote until the truth was indistinguishable among the lies of the crowd. His name is Sebastian Wright. This is his story. **** All the beautiful illustrations in this book are drawn by the exceptionally talented @Sylvia_Pryde
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What did I think about my life? It's cool, it's great, and I loved living in a tiny house with no air conditioning in London with my very sweet, very sarcastic cousin. Why would you ask? I mean, sure everyone kept saying, "1972 is your year, (Y/N)!" But I didn't believe it until recently. I had began to get these strange powers. I was a magical Crayon with the weird ability to change the color of anything I chose. I needed to figure out how to control it, or find someone who could teach me. A strange feeling told me to go to Cairnholm, a tiny little area in Wales, and I had nothing better to do. So, now I was off to get weird diseases, find out more about this 'chromokinesis' stuff and maybe fall in love. Didn't matter what order, as long as I had fun on the way, right? Right?? Final word count: 136,416

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