The Pale Exile
Act I "Another drop of the tincture, Sister, and the abbot’s cough will finally break, provided the dosage is not watered down again." Veronica Arellano did not look up from the mortar, the pestle grinding the bitter root into a powder so fine it settled in the creases of her knuckles, a task she had performed for nine years in the shadow of the high desert wind that rattled the shutters of the...
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