The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

I counted the coins. Three hundred and twelve gold sovereigns. That was the price of the apothecary’s tincture. That was the price of Mara’s breath. I sat in the archive, the air thick with the smell of rotting vellum and the damp cold that seeps into the bones of the old palace. My hands shook. The ink on my fingers was black, wet, and spreading. It did not look like ink. It looked like blood...

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