The Wistful Voyage

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The scales held the black leaves steady, three grams of dried root, two of the iron-rich bark, and a pinch of salt that tasted of the sea before it became land. You weighed it out for Margaret, her breath a dry rattle in the tin of her chest, the winter solstice three days off and the cough already a thief in the night. The town council had passed their decree that morning, the paper damp with...

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