The Faded River

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The Faded River

The mortar was heavy, a block of grey stone that bit into Elias’s palm with every rotation. He ground the willow bark into a fine, fibrous powder, the smell sharp and green, cutting through the damp rot of the cellar. Above him, the hospital was silent, save for the distant coughing of patients and the scratch of Dr. Thorne’s quill on parchment. Elias counted the grains of sand in his...

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