The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The pestle ground against the mortar with a dry, rhythmic rasp, the sound of a bone being snapped in half, and I watched the dried root of valerian turn into a coarse, grey dust that smelled of damp earth and old pennies. Master Aldous stood behind me, his hands clasped behind his back, his knuckles swollen into permanent lumps of arthritis, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on the back...

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