The Distant Threshold
The stone walls of the tower exhaled a damp, mineral chill that settled into Elias’s bones before the morning light even touched the window. He stood before the alembic, his hands steady, measuring out the precise ratios of the forbidden tincture with the focus of a man who had forgotten how to breathe anything but the scent of rotting herbs. His mother lay on the cot in the corner, her cough a...
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