The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The mortar was stone, cold and unyielding under Elara’s wrist as she ground the dried hemlock into a fine, pale dust. The cellar of the Wool Guild smelled of damp wool and old iron, a scent that had seeped into her clothes over the three years she had served there. Her hands trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer physical effort of the task, for the Guildmaster had demanded a cure for his...

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