The Distant Whispers

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The glass vial was heavy in your palm, the weight of it a distinct, cold counterbalance to the heat rising from the road. You held it with both hands, the leather thong of your satchel cutting into the shoulder of your coat as you walked, the liquid inside sloshing with a rhythmic, viscous sound that marked time more accurately than any pocket watch. It was a tincture of foxglove and...

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