The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

Elias Thorne’s hands were steady, a fact he often cited with the pride of a man who had never once dropped a vial. He was grinding dried willow bark into a fine, grey powder, the mortar and pestle making a rhythmic, hollow sound in the silence of the shop. The year was 1892, or perhaps 1912; the dates blurred in the fog that choked the city, a thick, yellowish soup that seeped through the gaps...

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