The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The parchment lay on the stone table, its edges curling in the damp air of the infirmary, and Thomas Bradshaw read the list of herbs required for the tincture, his eyes tracing the ink as if it were a map to a country he had never seen but desperately needed to reach. The smell of the room was thick, a cloying mixture of boiled lye, dried rosemary, and the sweet, rotting scent of his father’s...

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