The Wistful Witness

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The tincture smells of rot, Elias. Julian said it quietly, leaning over the workbench where the glass vial caught the slant of the afternoon light. Elias did not look up from his grinding. He was forty years old, and his hands, stained permanently with the yellow residue of saffron and turmeric, moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had long since stopped feeling the weight of the...

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