The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The jar shattered on the flagstones before you could stop it. It was not a loud crash, but a finality, a sudden release of breath that seemed to suck the air out of the courtyard. You stood there, your hands still raised in the futile gesture of catching what had been held so tightly, staring at the wet patch on the ancient stone. Inside, the dark, viscous mixture of ground rosemary, honey, and...

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