The Golden Mirror

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2026-08-21 09:56:56 -

The Golden Mirror

The bell on my shop door rang. It was a sharp, thin sound. I did not look up. I was grinding the mortar. The stone was hard. My arm ached. The dust settled on my forearms. It looked like flour. It was chalk. A man stood in the doorway. He wore a coat of dark wool. It was damp from the rain. He held an umbrella. The tip dripped onto my floorboards. I ignored it. "Are you the apothecary?" he...

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