The Distant Threshold

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The scale trembled under the weight of the vial, a fine, silver-beaded shiver that I had to dampen with the pad of my thumb before the mercury could settle, for in the apothecary, precision is the only prayer that answers, and I had weighed out three drams of dried foxglove, two of powdered charcoal, and a single, rusted nail pulled from the floorboards of the house where the first child died....

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