The Wistful Asylum

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The root pulsed in the dark of the cellar, a rhythmic thumping that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth before he heard it in the silence. He knelt on the damp flagstones, his apothecary’s apron stained with turmeric and blood, and stared at the thing he had dug from the hillside three nights prior. It was not a root in any botanical sense. It was a knotted mass of pale, translucent flesh, veined...

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