The Distant Summer

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The vial of dried lavender sat in your palm, its glass warm from the friction of your thumb rubbing against the rim. It was a small, unassuming thing, no larger than a thimble, yet it held the weight of the entire archive, the smell of rotting herbs, and the slow, creeping doubt that had taken root in your chest over the last three weeks. You were Elias, thirty-two, a junior archivist at St....

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