The Pale Altar
The vial held exactly forty milliliters of clear, viscous liquid, a substance the company called Vitalis but the workers called "white mud." I had counted the drops three times, ensuring the seal was intact, my fingers trembling not from fear but from the cold damp of the basement where I slept. Three weeks. That was how long I had guarded it, sleeping on the concrete floor beneath the...
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