The Golden Quest
The saffron threads slip from your fingers like wet gold, scattering across the stainless steel counter of the Oakhaven community hall, and you watch them land with a stillness that feels personal, a betrayal of the tremor that has begun to shake your hands as you measure out the ingredients for the Harvest Feast tonic. You are fifty-two, a retired pharmacist who has spent three decades...
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