The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fog did not roll in so much as it settled, a heavy, wet blanket that smothered the crooked spires of Millhaven until only the tops of the steeple and the highest chimney pots remained visible, like the heads of men swimming in a gray sea. Elara sat in the back of the apothecary, her fingers wrapped around a cup of tea that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the condensation bead on the...

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