The Wistful Dinner

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The Guild Master’s shadow fell across the workbench, long and sharp as a blade, cutting off the light from the window. "Mabel Ellery, step away from the alembic." Mabel did not move. Her hands were stained with the residue of volatile essences, a dark violet that caked under her fingernails. She was twelve years old, small for her age, with the hollow look of a child who had not slept in three...

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