The Golden Crossing

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The scent of rotting lilies hung in the air of the royal infirmary, thick and sweet, a perfume that clung to the wool of Elias’s coat long after he had left the room. It was the smell of the tincture, a viscous, amber liquid that Marcus had pressed into his hands with a grip that felt like a warning. Elias stood before the bed of his son, Thomas, whose breathing was shallow and rattling, a...

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