Vat Horror

THE WILDS

Maester Corvane deserted Harrowgate's walls to prescribe the rot as medicine, and his alembic never stopped brewing. The vat horrors are the doses that refused decanting — remedies grown opinions, hauling themselves glass-scarred from the culture-vats to administer themselves to the unwilling. Each still wears its label. The Grey Mendicants burn the ones they can catch, gently, as one burns a misdiagnosis.