The Faded Quadrant
The mortar was stone, cold and heavy in Elias Thorne’s hands, and the pestle ground the dried belladonna leaves into a powder so fine it looked like gray ash, a task he had performed for twelve years in the cellar of the Duke of Avarice without complaint, without error, and without the need to look up from the work. The year was 1342, and the air in the cellar smelled of damp earth and old rot,...
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