The Distant Metropolis

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The glass slipped from my fingers before I could fully grasp the weight of it, a small, clear cylinder of nightshade tincture that had been waiting on the stone counter for three hours, and it did not shatter so much as it dissolved into a sound, a low, resonant hum that vibrated in the teeth of the mortar and pestle and seemed to rise from the very floorboards of the apothecary shop in...

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