The Faded Bouquet
The porcelain vial shattered against the cobblestones of the courtyard, sending a spray of viscous, amber liquid and jagged white shards skittering across the wet flagstones, and Elias Thorne felt the familiar, sickening lurch in his gut as the first dose of Marrow Tonic hit his bloodstream, the world blurring at the edges before sharpening into a terrifying, hyper-real clarity. He was...
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