The Golden Visit
The vial was cracked, a spiderweb of fractures running through the gold glass, yet the liquid inside remained undisturbed. It glowed with a faint, sickly amber, pulsing like a slow heartbeat in the dim light of the apothecary. Elias held it in his palm, the cold metal biting into his skin, while outside the window, the fog of the valley rolled in thick and gray. He was forty-two years old, and...
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