That night, he couldn’t sleep. The radiators clanked, and the wind played the roof gutters like a jaw harp. He walked to the cabinet and, without thinking, pulled open the top-left drawer.
Over the following weeks, the cabinet became his obsession. He catalogued each drawer on his laptop. There were forty-two drawers, but he soon realized: there were forty-two lives. Not all from the same family. The cabinet had absorbed them over decades, like sediment. apteekkarinkaapit
There was no name. No date. Just the drawing and, tucked beneath it, a tiny glass vial with a cork stopper. The vial was empty, but when Elias held it to the light, he saw the faintest residue of something powdery, pale blue. That night, he couldn’t sleep