The Golden Crossing
The tincture tasted of copper and crushed violets. I held the glass vial up to the light, watching the liquid swirl in a slow, hypnotic spiral. It was my life’s work. The Elixir of Clarity. It did not heal the body. It healed the mind. It stripped away the fog of doubt, the haze of fear, leaving only the stark, blinding truth of who you were. I was Silas Vane. Apothecary to the Crown. A man of...
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