The Pale Tower
The summons came not as a shout, but as a low, irritated murmur that cut through the heavy scent of dried lavender and sulfur in the alchemy chamber. "Elara, you are to present yourself before the Steward immediately. Your presence is required for the final tasting of the Royal Tonic." She did not look up from the mortar and pestle. Her hands were stained to the wrist with the green residue of...
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