The Golden Suspect
The year was 1342, and the autumn wind in the village of Oakhaven carried the scent of rotting apples and impending frost. Elias, twelve years old and the only son of the village apothecary, sat in the cramped back room of the shop, watching his father’s hand tremble as it reached for a vial of dried willow bark. The tremor was worse today, a violent shudder that rattled the glass against the...
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