The Distant Temple

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"Your dosage is lethal, Elara. Do you hear me? Lethal." The court physician, Master Thorne, stood over my workbench, his fingers stained with the red of dried beet juice, a cheap substitute for the wine I could not afford. He pointed a trembling, manicured finger at the glass vial in my hand. The liquid inside was clear, cold, and smelled of crushed berries and iron. I did not look up. I was...

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