The Wistful Incense

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The cart wheels groaned against the gravel as Elias Thorne descended into the valley, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and decay. He was a man of forty-two, his face mapped with the premature lines of a life spent hunching over glass vials, and he carried in his satchel a single vial of amber liquid that weighed more than lead. He had come to Oakhaven to prove that the tincture he had...

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