The Pale Verdict
The jar sits on the table. It is heavy. The glass is thick and dark, stained with age. Inside, the contents are not what you expected. You had thought of wine. Or perhaps oil. Instead, you see a pale, viscous sludge. It pulses. It is alive. This is the food of the Hall. This is the medicine of the Court. You are Thomas. You are the Scholar. You have come from the outside world, from the...
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