The Faded Portrait

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The scale trembled under the weight of the glass vial, and you counted the drops that fell onto the parchment, three for the morning, three for the noon, three for the night. This was the inventory of your grief, measured in milliliters of tincture, a brown liquid that smelled of rosemary and rot. You had packed your case with precision: two fountain pens, a notebook of legal precedents, a...

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