The Golden Echoes
Chapter One Who pays the debt when the debt is a life? The question hung in the stagnant air of the High Court apothecary, unanswered by the fog that pressed against the leaded windows. Vessa Tovey, twelve years old and thin as a reed, stood before the brass scales, his hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of the vial in his palm. It was the Golden Echo, a tonic of liquid amber...
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