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The winter solstice was three days away, and I had counted the drops of mercury in the alembic four times to ensure the temperature held steady at the precise thermal threshold required for the extraction, the glass sweating with condensation that smelled of sulfur and old copper. I am Elias Thorne, a senior apothecary at Blackwood Manor, a position that is technically a title but functionally...
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