The Wistful Throne

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Your fingers are slick with the amber residue of the distillate as you press the stopcock, the copper valve cold against your palm, a sensation that travels up the arm and settles in the marrow like a damp chill. The liquid in the glass alembic is not merely golden but alive, a viscous honey that seems to pull at the light in the vaults, refusing to settle, refusing to be still. You are Elias...

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