The Golden Visit
The parchment was brittle, the ink faded to a rusty brown, and the seal had cracked down the middle. Elias Thorne read the decree of the village council, his fingers trembling not from the cold but from the specific, grinding humiliation of being labeled a heretic. The text was brief, a bureaucratic dismissal of his life’s work, declaring the alchemical transmutation of plague into health a...
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