The Golden Quest
The mercury trembled in the glass bowl, a silver liquid that seemed to breathe in the dim light of my workshop. I am Elias, thirty-two years old, and the Royal Alchemist to the Crown, a title that tastes like ash in my mouth these days. I did not come to this court for the gold or the robes of velvet and thread. I came because I had the hands to work, and the mind to understand the invisible...
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