The Distant Legend

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2026-08-22 18:12:36 -

The glass vial in my hand was cold, cut from thick, expensive soda-lime that had long since gone cloudy at the edges. I held it up to the single candle in my cramped room above the guild, watching the liquid inside. It was a winter tincture, meant to ease the coughs of the wealthy, but it had turned a bruised purple, a color that did not belong to any herb I had ever ground. This was the first...

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