The Faded Quadrant

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The ink on the ledger did not smudge, a fact that Elara found more terrifying than the fact that the numbers were wrong. She sat in the back of the apothecary, the smell of dried lavender and stale paper thick in the air, watching her own reflection warp in the glass of the display case. It was a small town, or so the postman insisted when he dropped off the mail with a shrug that implied the...

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