The Pale Mist
The alchemical furnace in the basement of the Obsidian Collegium did not burn with fire, but with a slow, viscous glow that pulsed like a diseased heart. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the institution for the last three days. He was the Keeper of the Vial, a title that sounded like a joke...
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