Lake Lewisia #732

It had not been so long since the four humors, since ghosts in the blood, since wandering organs and evil smells. Sometimes stepping stones, other times stumbling blocks, he thought as he filled one set of pipettes from another, all building, however imperfectly, to his own exercises in microdosing and synthesizing. The latest batch had been blessed before going into the molecular analyzer, would be mixed with cinnamon and salt when compounded for trials, on the principle that the old bricks might still be good, even if you needed to rip them up and lay them down on new paths.

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LL#732