The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The jar sat on the counter, a cylinder of amber glass containing a substance that defied the local physics. It was not jam, nor honey, nor any syrup known to the grocery clerks of Sector 4, but a dense, viscous fluid that shimmered with a bioluminescent pulse, like a trapped heartbeat. Silas Vane, a man whose hands were stained with the permanent tinctures of his trade, watched it with the...

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