The Distant Nightmare

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The glass vial in Elara Vane’s hand was warm, a small, heavy thing of amber liquid that smelled of burnt sugar and rot. She held it up to the sliver of gray light filtering through the gap in the shutters, watching the suspension settle, her fingers trembling with a violence that made the glass rattle against her knuckles. It was November of 1904, and the air in the back room of her apothecary...

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