The Distant Whispers

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The bell above the door of the apothecary did not ring. It clattered, a harsh, metallic scream that seemed to tear the quiet afternoon air in half. Elias Thorne stood behind the counter, his hands steady on the glass vials of tinctures and dried herbs, but his heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He was a man of quiet habits and precise measurements, a merchant of small cures in...

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