The Distant Affair

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and the air in the shop smelled of damp wool and rotting herbs. I am Elias Thorne, apothecary, and I write this because my hands shake too much to hold a quill steady for long, and because the silence of this place is beginning to scream. Silas is dead. He died in his chair, clutching a vial of Evergreen Tonic, his face slack and gray, his eyes fixed on...

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