The Distant Journey
The moonstone sits in your palm, cold and heavy as a wet river stone, its surface pitted with dark veins that look like dried blood. You are Elias, forty-two, a junior apothecary in the infirmary of St. Jude’s, and you have stolen this stone from the Master’s locked cabinet to save your sister, Elara, who is wasting away in the bed three rooms down. The winter frost is coming, and the Master...
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