The Distant Affair

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The vial in your hand is cold, slick with condensation that smells faintly of iron and burnt sugar. You turn it over, watching the liquid settle, a deep bruised purple that pulses with a rhythm not quite your own. This is the Whispering Tonic, the last of it, brewed from the marrow of your mind and the rot of the undercity. Outside the window, the fog of Oakhaven presses against the glass, a...

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