The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

The vial was warm in Elias’s hand, the glass sweating with condensation that smelled of crushed mint and old blood. He held it up to the single shaft of light cutting through the apothecary’s high window, watching the liquid swirl. It was a deep, bruised purple, darker than wine, thicker than honey. "Silas," Elias said, his voice rough from hours of silence. "The distillation is complete."...

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