The Distant Promise

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The pill was blue, small enough to fit inside a walnut shell, and it tasted of rust and old copper. I held it between my thumb and forefinger, the way Father had taught me to hold a scalpel, steady and precise, though my hands were shaking so violently that the tablet trembled like a leaf in a gale. It was not medicine, not in the way the apothecary on Mill Street dispensed its tinctures and...

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