The Wistful Witness
The vial sat on the stone table, catching the grey light of the infirmary window, its contents swirling with a faint, iridescent luminescence that seemed to pulse in time with the heavy, rattling breath of the man lying on the bed nearby. Sir Aldric stood before it, his hands trembling so violently that the silver hilt of his sword, resting against his hip, clicked against the scabbard with a...
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