The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The cellar smelled of damp earth and dried sage, a scent that had long since become the olfactory equivalent of a heartbeat for Elias Thorne, who stood before the stone mortar with his hands trembling so violently that the pestle slipped twice before he could grip it firmly enough to grind the dried roots of the hemlock into a fine, gray powder. It was the year of our Lord 1348, and the air in...

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