The Faded Frontier
The vial in Elias Thorne’s hand was not merely a container of liquid, but a trembling mirror of his own dwindling vitality, the amber fluid within it pulsing with a slow, rhythmic light that seemed to breathe in time with the heavy, labored respiration of Lord Kaelen, who lay upon the stone slab in the center of the alchemist’s private laboratory, his face a map of grey veins and hollowed...
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