The Elixir of Youth
Silas de Montfort stood before the mirror in his bedroom and stared at the face that looked back at him. It was a face he had known for seventeen years: high cheekbones, a narrow chin, eyes the colour of dark honey, hair that curled naturally at the nape of the neck in a way that his mother used to fuss over and that he now neglected entirely. The face was his. But something about it was...
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