The Wistful Witness

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The fever came not as a slow creep but as a sudden, violent theft of the self. One moment I was arranging the dried herbs in the solar, their brittle skeletons clicking like the knuckles of a dead man; the next, the air turned to molten lead and the shadows in the corners of the room stretched long and hungry, reaching for the hem of my robe. I am Thomas Ashworth, a keeper of remedies in the...

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