The Golden Cellar
"You are a stain on the white stone," Master Aldric said. His voice was cold. It cut the air. I stood before him. The hall was silent. My hands trembled. I held the vial. It was small. It was blue. "Explain," he demanded. "I cannot," I whispered. "Then you are void." He raised his hand. The guards stepped forward. Their armor clanked. The sound was sharp. It hurt my ears. I looked at the floor....
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