The Distant Blade
One moonflower. Two drops of aqua regia. Three breaths held. You count the ingredients for the Distant Blade, the legendary elixir that halts the rot of age, and your fingers tremble against the mortar. You are fifty-two years old, Elias, and the scholar in you knows that memory is a muscle that atrophies without use, but the body knows it is a vessel that cracks. The opposing force is time, a...
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