The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The air in the cellar of the apothecary always tasted of damp earth and dried lavender, a scent that had seeped into the very grain of the oak tables where I spent the better part of my waking life. I was a man of precise measurements, of glass vials and ground roots, of tinctures that could soothe a fever or sharpen a dull mind, but I knew that my truest work was not in the curing of others,...

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