Bat’s blood. A mare’s bladder. A human finger bone.
Max doesn’t remember who came up with the name – instead of the old men’s Saturn League, they would be the secret Kammer League, named not for the god but for the self-made capitalist who built his Broad Street temple. They were formal at first: titles and meeting minutes and research assignments. East made a slide presentation about the anatomy of a chicken egg. Rhea cross-referenced paper files about Albertus Magnus and John Dee and Paracelsus, afraid that a digital archive might be hacked. Becca prepared regular reports for the old men.
Months went by.
They began to argue. Rhea insisted on scheduling experiments according to the astrological calendar, but Max said no; waiting for the perfect celestial alignment would hold them back
