The Faded Frontier
The vial in Elias’s hand was cold, but the liquid inside hummed with a faint, amber light that seemed to pulse against the glass. "You cannot sell what is not listed in the Guild registry, Elias." The Guildmaster’s voice was dry, like leaves scraping across stone. "Take it and leave the gate. The market is for commerce, not curiosity." Elias did not move. The smell of the gatehouse hit him...
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