Anton MesmerCorey Mesler
Anton Mesmer awoke and the attraction was great. Love called to him, another animal magnetism. He was not alone. His hands hummed. At night he would fall asleep listening to the sounds few hear, the music, profound and somniferous, of the spheres.
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