The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Act I "Is it for the lungs, or for the pride?" High Lord Vane asked, his voice a dry rattle in the humid air of the throne room. Angelina Esposito did not answer immediately. She stood before the dais, her fingers stained dark with the residue of the alchemical distillation. She was thirty-two years old, an apothecary from the narrow, winding streets of Naples, a place where the air tasted of...

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