The Pale Path
Act I "Seal it again, Celeste. Do you want to lose your post?" The Master Apothecary, Thibodaux, did not raise his voice. He never did. In the stone keep, where the fog from the bayou pressed against the wet-plate windows like a damp cloth, silence was the loudest thing. I looked at the door of the storage room. The wax seal, red and hard, lay broken on the flagstones. My thumbprint was smeared...
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