The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

Three ounces of dried valerian. Two drams of distilled spirit. One pinch of salt. I weighed them on the brass scale, the needle trembling in the damp air of the apothecary’s cellar. The cellar smelled of wet stone and old rot, a cold that settled in the marrow and refused to leave. I was Elias, the King’s apothecary, and I was counting the seconds until my son, Leo, stopped breathing. The...

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