The Faded Road
"The tincture is gone," I said, my voice cracking against the dry air of the room. "Every bottle. Every vial. They are all gone, Elias." Elias sat by the window, his back to me, his shoulders hunched as if carrying a weight that did not belong to his body. He was the only other person in Harrowgate who remembered the old ways, the ones where the river still sang and the mist did not smell of...
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