The Distant Nightmare

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The vial weighed four ounces, exactly the same as a lead weight used to sink a fish in the canal. I held it up to the candlelight in the High Magistrate’s office, watching the liquid swirl, a murky amber that looked like old tea, and I waited for the air to change. It did not. The only sound was the scratching of the Magistrate’s quill on parchment, a dry, rhythmic rasp that filled the silence...

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