The Pale Meridian
The first drop of the tincture fell into Mara’s mouth, and Elias watched the color drain from her face, not into pallor, but into a kind of terrifying clarity. He had promised himself it would be simple, a quick mercy before the fever took her mind entirely, but the liquid was thicker than he remembered, tasting of iron and crushed moonflowers. As she swallowed, a shudder ran through her limbs,...
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