The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The mercury trembles in the glass vial, a silver snake coiling and uncoiling as your fingers shake, and you count the drops, one, two, three, trying to steady the measure against the weight of the room. You are Elias, the Royal Apothecary, and your hands have betrayed you for the last time, the fine motor control you spent twenty years cultivating now dissolving into a violent, rhythmic spasm...

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