The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

Elias Thorne weighed the last of the nightshade roots on the brass scale, the needle trembling before settling at three grams. The cellar smelled of damp stone and the sharp, metallic tang of the distillate, a scent that had seeped into his wool coat over the past three months. He had been working for nine hours, his back aching with the dull, persistent throb that signaled the body’s slow...

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