The Wistful Silence

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The soup was ruined. Elian stared at the black sludge in the copper pot, the surface rippling with a sickly, oily sheen that smelled of burnt copper and rot. He had added the saffron at the precise moment Master Thorne had dictated, his hands steady, his breath held, yet the liquid had turned against itself, curdling into a toxic sludge that steamed with a faint, purple vapor. In the kitchen of...

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