The Wistful Silence

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The gate was cold. Elias stood there, his breath pluming in the frost, watching his father’s carriage disappear into the mist. He did not wave. He could not. His hands were trembling, the fingers curled like dead leaves, a symptom of the cost he had paid to keep his father alive. He wanted the Elixir of Stasis. He needed it to halt the decay that was eating the old man from the inside out. But...

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