The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The mortar in your hands is cold, a heavy wheel of stone that has absorbed the chill of the cellar where it rests, and you grind the dried roots of valerian with a force that shakes your very teeth. It is the year of our Lord 1348, and the air in your shop on the High Street does not smell of herbs, but of wet wool and old fear. You are Elias, an apothecary of forty years, and you are a sinner...

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