The Wistful Crossroads

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"Don't waste it on a man who has already spent his soul," Silas whispered, his voice thin as paper tearing. I did not answer. I was busy grinding dried valerian root in the mortar, the pestle striking the stone with a rhythmic, dull thud that filled the silence of the apothecary. The room smelled of lavender, old wood, and the sweet, cloying rot of the lilies in the corner vase. Silas lay on...

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