The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The count was always the same: three vials of willow bark, two pinches of dried mint, one measure of honey. Elias counted them out on the rough wooden table, the light from the single tallow candle flickering against the damp stone walls of the cellar. It was the third day of the fever in Thomas, and the boy’s breathing had changed from a rattling cough to a shallow, wet whisper that seemed to...

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