The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The mortar was heavy. Elias pressed his thumb against the rim, feeling the weight of the dried larkspur roots compress under the pestle. He ground them into a fine, golden dust, the sound a dry rasp in the quiet of the clinic. The air smelled of earth and bitter sap. He was forty-two years old, and his hands were steady, though his mind was not. He wanted to save Mara. Her lungs were failing,...

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