The Distant Threshold

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The vial was cold in my palm, the glass slick with condensation that tasted of iron and old rain. I held it up to the grey light filtering through the apothecary’s high window, watching the amber liquid settle. It was supposed to be clear. I had distilled it three times, using sulfur and ash, yet it remained a murky, swirling brown. Outside, the wind gnawed at the thatch of the roof, a sound...

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