The Wistful Letter
Chapter One Who could tell the difference between a cure and a curse when the bottle was broken? Hina Ito held the shards of the Moon-Root vial in her left hand. The glass cut her palm, but the pain was a distant thing, a dull throb beneath the skin. She was an apothecary, thirty-two years old, and the monastery was dying. The Abbot had declared all herbs tainted by demonic influence. It was a...
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