The Distant Nightmare

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The mortar was heavy, a block of granite worn smooth by ten years of grinding, and Elias’s hands trembled as he crushed the chalk into a fine, white powder. The smell of the alchemist’s laboratory hit him first, a cloying mix of sulfur, dried lavender, and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood, before the sight of the shelves lined with glass jars became clear. He was thirty years old, the...

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