The Golden Quest
The tincture bottle sat on the nightstand, its glass surface sweating in the chill of the room, and you watched the amber liquid tremble as Elara’s breath hitched, a wet, rattling sound that seemed to scrape against the very walls of the house. You are Elias Thorne, magistrate of the glen, and you have spent three months standing between the fever and your wife, yet the sickness has not broken,...
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