The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The mortar was stone, worn smooth by ten years of use, but the pestle slipped in Elias’s sweating grip. He ground. The powder resisted, refusing to yield to the iron taste that coated his tongue. Outside, the heavy oak door of the apothecary shuddered under a blow, then another, and finally the Guild Master’s seal cracked the wood with a sound like a bone snapping. Elias did not stop grinding....

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