The Wistful Throne

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The glass vial was cold in my hand, a sliver of stolen time I had taken from the private store of Mr. Silas Thorne, but the cold was nothing compared to the ache in my sister Elara’s chest, a hollow, racking cough that shook her small frame against the damp wall of the cellar where we now lived. I had come to the apothecary not an hour ago, begging for the tincture, the specific blend of...

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