The Distant Metropolis

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The vial was empty. Brother Thomas held the glass up to the gray light filtering through the high, narrow windows of the infirmary, turning it until the last drop of the White Salve clung to the neck, a thick, pearlescent sludge that smelled of crushed lilies and wet stone. It was not enough. It had never been enough, but it was all that kept the whispering mold at bay, a pale, creeping fungus...

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