The Wistful Throne
Chapter One "Batch 42. Yield: Low. Cost: Heavy." The ledger line was smudged, ink bleeding into the cheap paper like a bruise. I am Milada Dvorak, thirty-two, and I am the only one in this house who knows how to mix the Wistful Broth. My brother Tomas is wasting away, his skin pulled tight over bone, and the town of Hradec calls my methods witchcraft. They do not see the logic. They see only a...
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