The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mortar ground against the pestle, a dry, rhythmic scraping that sounded like teeth chattering in the dark, and I watched the pale powder dissolve into the black liquid with the slow reluctance of a man refusing to step off a cliff. My fingers, stained violet from the tincture, trembled as I measured the final drop of sulfuric acid, the smell of which cut through the damp air of the shop...

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