The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The mortar bowl cracked. It was a thin, hairline fracture. A whisper of ruin. Silas dropped the pestle. It clattered against the stone floor, a sharp, ugly sound that cut through the heavy silence of the apothecary’s cellar. He did not look at the bowl. He looked at the window. The moon was full. It was a cold, white disc, hanging low over the cobblestones. "Did you break it?" The voice came...

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