The Distant Whispers

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The air in the St. Jude’s Order infirmary was thick with the scent of boiled sage and dried bone, a sterile, medieval stillness that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the slow decay of his own marriage. He stood before the alchemical bench, his hands trembling not from age, but from the precise, terrifying knowledge of what he was attempting to synthesize: a tincture of nightshade and...

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