The Faded Road
The glass shattered not with a sound, but with a silence that sucked the air from the room. Elara stood in the center of the apothecary, her hands trembling, a single shard of crystal embedded in the palm of her right hand. It had come from the vial she had been grinding, the one containing the powdered root of the ghost-fern. The mortar had been empty a moment ago. Now, the air around her...
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