The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The bell above the door did not ring, for the shop was closed to the public, yet it rang in your ears, a dull, persistent tolling that seemed to come from the marrow of your bones rather than the brass mechanism hanging in the alcove. You stood in the center of the apothecary, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender, crushed juniper, and the sweet, cloying rot of overripe figs, and you...

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