The Faded Apartment
The bell rang, a sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the silence of the infirmary, and you stood before the High Warden, your hands trembling not from fear, but from the weight of the vials in your pockets. The room smelled of lavender and old stone, a scent that had permeated your skin over the years, becoming part of your own flesh. You were the Keeper of Remedies, a title that sounded...
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