The Distant Promise

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The ink is wet on the parchment, but it is not blood, despite what the Magistrate whispers in his sleep. You know this because you have seen the vial, the small glass cylinder of crushed lapis lazuli and gall that sits on the windowsill of your attic room, catching the gray light of the city like a frozen tear. The city of Ashworth is not a place where magic lives in the open, where it dances...

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