The Distant Journey

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The belladonna refused to yield to the pestle, clumping into dark, wet masses that smelled of rot and old earth. Elias Thorne sat alone in the cramped, windowless shop, the air thick with the dust of dried roots and the low, resonant hum of the stone mortar in his hands. He was forty years old, an apothecary by trade and by inheritance, and he wanted only to keep this place, this specific...

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