The Distant Nightmare

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The vial was cracked, a jagged fracture running from its neck to its base, and in my palm the mercury pooled like spilled silver, cold and heavy against the skin. I stood before Magistrate Halloway in the high hall of the town square, the stone floor vibrating with the low, collective hum of the crowd, while the scent of damp wool and unwashed bodies rose from the gallery above. The Duke’s son,...

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