The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The mortar was cold under my thumb, the stone worn smooth by twenty years of grinding dried larkspur and foxglove. I looked at the vial in my other hand, the liquid inside a pale, opalescent white that seemed to glow with its own faint, sickly light. It was the Pale Elixir. The recipe was old, older than the city stones, and it required two things that could not be bought in the market: a drop...

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