The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The madder root was too expensive, and the hands were too stiff. Elias sat on the damp stone floor of the guild cellar, the smell of wet wool and old iron thick in his throat, while Thomas paced before him, boots scuffing the grime. The boy was twenty, all elbows and desperate energy, his face flushed with the heat of the furnace above. He held a ledger open, pointing at a column of numbers...

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