The Faded Guest
The jar sat on the mantelpiece, a thick glass cylinder filled with a viscous, amber liquid that seemed to glow from within, even in the twilight of the old estate, and it was this object, this single, unbroken vessel, that held the entire weight of Silas Vane’s existence, for he was a man who had traded his soul for the recipe, and the recipe demanded not gold, but the living breath of those...
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