She had not asked Felix how he obtained the
sample; it didn't matter.
What mattered was she was able to
perfect the antitoxin she'd obsessively brewed from the data on the
miasma-touched spores she'd collected herself. Antitoxin that was
quickly fused into filters for the masks of the team. It would not
keep the debilitating miasma at bay indefinitely, toxins not its only
components, but it would hold it off for quite some time. And it
would keep the members of her Order from suffering the plague-like
cough that the toxins wracked on the lungs of those exposed to it.
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