The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The smell of rotting lavender and iron flooded the apothecary, a thick, cloying fog that coated the back of my throat before I even opened my eyes. I sat up, the wooden floorboards groaning under the sudden weight of my body, and looked across the narrow counter to where Master Aldous lay slumped over his ledger, his face a mask of grayish pallor that seemed to absorb the dim light of the shop....

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