The Distant Nightmare

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The vial of Star-Salt sat in my palm, heavy with a viscosity that felt wrong, like cold honey trapped in glass, and I could already see the lie in the way the liquid refused to settle, a thick, opaque sludge that promised nothing but the slow, obedient death of my sister. The fever ward smelled of boiled willow bark and the wet, metallic tang of the Grey Rot, a blight that did not merely...

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