The Faded Bouquet
The year was 1348, and the air in Oakhaven tasted of ash and rot, a thick, cloying fog that clung to the thatched roofs and seeped into the lungs of the living as much as it claimed the dead. Elias Thorne, an apothecary of forty years who had once been known for his steady hands and his precise tinctures, now stood in the shadow of his own ruin, his fingers stained black with the sap of the...
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