The Golden Visit
The invoice was on the kitchen table, stamped with the red ink of Aris’s clinic. It listed the cost of the last three vials: four hundred dollars, cash, no questions. I signed it with a pen that leaked blue ink onto my thumb, the sharp smell of iron mixing with the sweet, cloying scent of the honey in the jar by the stove. The dream had come again, the one where the golden liquid turned to...
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