The Distant Affair

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The train to Oakhaven smelled of damp wool and rusted iron, a scent that clung to the lining of my coat as I watched the city lights dissolve into the gray mist of the countryside. I was forty years old, an apothecary by trade and by necessity, carrying a leather satchel that contained my livelihood and my only companion: a glass vial of Moonlight Syrup. It was a potent hallucinogen, a...

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