The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The vial sat on the obsidian slab, a slender finger of glass waiting to be filled. You were Elias, thirty-four years old, and your hands, which had never trembled in twelve years of service to the Imperial Pharmacy, were currently rigid with the effort of holding the pipette steady. The goal was simple in theory, terrifying in practice: the synthesis of the Pale Exile, a tincture capable of...

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