The Faded Paradox
The vial in your hand is cold, heavier than glass should be, and the liquid inside swirls with a viscosity that defies gravity. You are Nancy Calloway, thirty-two years old, the court apothecary of Oren, and you are about to save a man who would sooner drink arsenic than accept your help. The debt on your family’s name is a noose tightening by the month, and Lord Aldric Vane’s signature on the...
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