The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

You count the drops. One for the weight of the root. Two for the purity of the solvent. Three for the cost of the sin. The liquid in the glass vial is not clear, but a bruised, heavy purple, the color of old wine left too long in the sun. This is the final dose. This is the only thing that matters. The Citadel of the Year 300 does not smell of stone, as the old texts claim, but of ozone and...

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