The Alchemist's Remedy
The first time I saw the golden root, it was buried beneath a layer of Scottish peat and looked for all the world like a worm that had mistaken itself for a length of copper wire. I was twenty-two years old, a medical student who had been forced to leave Edinburgh University because my father's death had left us with nothing but a stack of unpaid tuition bills and a name that meant something to...
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