The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Elara. The name was not a call but a summons, dragged from the throat of the old apothecary, Silas, who stood in the doorway with his coat dusted in grey ash. He did not smile. He looked at the kitchen, then at the garden beyond the window, and finally at Elara, who was scrubbing a black stain from the linoleum floor. The stain was sap, thick and viscous, weeping from the cut stem of the Golden...

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