The Pale Bridge
The ledger said forty-two drops of mercury, three ounces of silver nitrate, and one vial of the pale tincture. Elara counted them out with a tremor in her left hand, the glass beads clicking against the porcelain bowl like small, cold teeth. The light in the alchemy tower was thin, a gray slice of afternoon that fell across the workbench and pooled in the shadows of the shelves. Lord Kael lay...
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