The Distant Affair

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The mortar held four ounces of dried hemlock. Elara knew the weight by the ache in her wrist, a dull, grinding pain that had settled into the bone over the last three months. She ground. The pestle moved in small, circular arcs, crushing the brittle stems into a grey dust that smelled of wet earth and bitter iron. The cellar was damp. Water seeped through the limestone floor, pooling in the...

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