The Distant Garden

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The root lay on the slate table, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic throb that Elias Thorne had mistaken for the heartbeat of a dying animal until he realized it matched the tempo of his own pulse. He held the mortar and pestle, the stone worn smooth by twenty years of grinding foxglove and willow bark, but his hand trembled, not from age, though he was forty, but from the sheer, physical weight of...

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