The Distant Journey

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2026-08-24 09:47:11 -

The mortar was cold against Elias’s palm, a slab of grey stone that had absorbed the scent of ten thousand dried herbs. He ground the nightshade berries, the pestle moving in a slow, circular rhythm that had worn a shallow groove into the base of the bowl. The powder came out black and fine, smelling of wet earth and something sharper, like iron filings. Outside, the rain hammered against the...

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