The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

Elara, bring the gold. The voice of Master Corvinus cut through the humid air of the apothecary, sharp as a scalpel. Elara did not look up from her mortar. The pestle ground the dried saffron into a fine, rust-colored powder, the motion heavy and rhythmic, a labor of weight and patience. She was thirty-two, her hands stained yellow to the wrist, the skin roughened by years of handling alkaloids...

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