The Faded Photograph
Mara walked the grey road. The mist clung to her wool cloak, heavy and damp. She carried a satchel. Inside, a single glass vial. It held a liquid that shifted color. Amber to violet. Violet to black. The vial was warm. It pulsed against her hip like a second heart. She was tired. Her feet were blistered. The pain was sharp. It grounded her. The forest loomed ahead. Trees twisted. Branches...
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