The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-24 08:24:03 -

1642, the fourteenth of October. I have weighed the nightshade roots three times today, and the scale trembles in my hand, a shiver that is not in the brass but in the meat of my wrist, a failing pulse that I can no longer hide behind the guise of mere fatigue. The Duke’s court is a machine of iron and suspicion, and I am merely a gear, an apothecary whose heart beats like a trapped bird...

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