The Distant Legend

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The orchid pulsed in the iron box, a soft, rhythmic blue that matched the bruising on Elias Thorne’s wrist. He sat in the carriage, the wheels rattling over the cobblestones of the capital, watching his own reflection in the window. It was not his face he saw, but the plant. The *Lunaria* was dying, its petals curling inward as it drank the vitality from his blood, a slow, silent exchange of...

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