The Wistful Letter
The glass vial shattered on the cobblestones. Elias Vance knelt. His knees ached from the cold damp of the alleyway. The sound was a crisp, violent crack. Like a bone snapping. Like a promise broken. He did not look up. He looked at the shards. They glittered in the moonlight. Wet and sharp. He had carried the vial for three days. It contained the essence of the White Oak. The last one. The...
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