Concoctions Of Love

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…The scent of fear, once a subtle undercurrent, now saturated the very air she breathed. Inquisitor Thorne stood before her, a judge and jury, and Zamia Rene, the alchemist of forbidden love, was about to make her choice. The question was, would it be a choice of poison, or a choice of survival? The answer, she knew, would irrevocably alter the course of her life, and perhaps, the very nature of her art. The lamplight flickered, casting dancing shadows that seemed to mock her predicament, and in that flickering light, Zamia felt a cold dread settle deep within her bones. The choice was hers, but the consequences, she suspected, would be far beyond her control.