The Distant Threshold

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You are pouring the last of the Everlasting Tonic into the chipped ceramic cup, your hand steady despite the tremor in your wrist, the liquid shimmering with a faint, oily iridescence that catches the gray light of the apothecary. The glass is cold, slick with condensation, and the smell of it is thick, cloying, like burnt sugar and copper pennies. You drink. The taste is metallic, sharp, and...

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