The Distant Promise

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The year was 1342, and the air in the apothecary tasted of dried lavender and old iron. Elara stood at the threshold of her late father’s shop, the morning light cutting through the dust motes in thin, pale blades. She held a small vial of Moonwater in her hand, the glass cold against her palm, and stared at the gray threads invading her hair. For ten years, the cough had eaten her, a rattle in...

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