The Wistful Mountain

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Three measures of dried yarrow. Two ounces of crushed bone. One vial of the red tincture, the color of old blood. Elara counted the items on the scarred oak table, her fingers trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the silence in the room. Outside, the wind off the peaks howled like a wounded dog, rattling the shutters of the small cottage where her brother, Thomas, lay pale and...

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