The Faded River

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The Faded River

The cork of the smallest vial was the first thing to go, twisted free by fingers that had spent forty years grinding dried roots and distilling volatile oils. Elias Thorne held the glass up to the gray light of his cottage, watching the amber liquid catch the dawn, a substance so potent it could stop a heart or start a lung, depending on the measure. He had packed three such vials, along with...

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