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Welcome, traveler.

Come in out of the dark and into the antiquarium.

You've arrived at just the right moment.

Here, resting under glass, is a simple jar of pigment.

But I would urge you not to gaze too long at its hue. Some colors belong to the world

we know. Others are borrowed from somewhere else entirely. The artist who worked with this pigment

believed he had made a discovery, but creation is a dangerous game, isn't it?

Sometimes what we bring into the world has been waiting for us all along.

This is lot number 095, and with it, the account of an artist who found that his work contained far more than pigment and brush strokes.

It is called, I invented a new color.

It's going to kill a lot of people.

Before we begin, I want to point out some of the customers whose names have been etched in brass on this beautiful plaque I had made above the front desk.

These are some of the members of the inner circle of the antiquarium.

We go by the Obsidian Covenant.

Recent initiates include

Kim Lecky,

Vibilett,

J.D.,

Orian Lopez,

Clara Franklin,

Dasia Muta,

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