The Distant Affair
The vial in Elias’s hand had turned black again, the liquid swirling with a viscosity that defied the glass, and he could not look away from the reflection of his own hollowed eyes staring back from the dark surface. "It is not a gift, Elias," Dr. Aris said, his voice low and dry as the parchment lining the shelves behind him, "it is a debt, and your father paid his in blood and memory." Elias...
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