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I crouched before a small, cracked clay pot resting over a bed of dying embers, holding a hand-carved wooden spoon. Inside the pot, a thick, foul-smelling paste simmered—a makeshift dye crafted from crushed iron-walnut hulls, dried elderberry root, and bitter ash.

Beside me, Vespera sat on an...

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