The Golden Circuit
The inventory list lay on the table, the ink smudged where Elias’s thumb had pressed too hard against the paper. It was a simple accounting of the year’s failures: three bottles of tincture of aconite, two ounces of dried foxglove, and a single, heavy debt owed to the miller for the use of the shadow. Elias held the list in his left hand, the one that still trembled only when he was angry, and...
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