The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mortar was thick, grey, and tasted of iron, a slurry that William Ashworth had to force down his throat before the bells of St. Jude’s could reach the inner sanctum of his skull. It was not medicine, in the way the apothecaries on the High Street dispensed tinctures for gout or fever, but a substance mandated by the Guild of Alchemists, a viscous paste derived from crushed calcite and...

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