The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The pestle ground the wolfsbane into a grey powder, the sound a dry rasp against the stone, a rhythm Elias had kept for ten years without thinking. His knuckles were swollen, the skin raw and peeling from the cold that lived in the cellar, the chill that had no source in the winter air outside. He looked at the bowl. The powder was wrong. It was too fine, too dark, as if the plant had bled into...

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