The Distant Metropolis

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My hand shook as I ground the last of the ash-root into the mortar, the pestle slipping against the coarse stone, the sound a dry, rasping friction that seemed to scrape the damp from the cellar walls. The root was not the deep violet it had been a month ago, but a pale, sickly grey, and as I worked, a low hum began to vibrate in my molars, a frequency so low I felt it in my chest before I...

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