The Wistful Letter

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The scale trembled under the weight of the third vial, a glass bead no larger than a thumb, filled with a liquid the color of old bruised plums. Elias Thorne counted the drops with a precision that felt less like science and more like penance, his hand steady despite the ache in his shoulder that had begun to throb in time with the fog rolling off the river. Twelve drops for the base, three for...

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