The Distant Garden

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The alkaloid was pure, a crystalline white powder that smelled faintly of iron and rain. Dr. Elias Thorne held the vial up to the gaslight in the King’s private chamber, watching the particles dance in the amber glow. The King lay on the bed, a hollowed-out figure beneath the heavy wool blankets, his breathing a wet, rattling rasp that shook the entire room. Thorne wanted to save him. It was a...

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