The Golden Mirror
The distillation failed again. You stared at the black sludge in the beaker, the smell of sulfur thick in the damp air of the cellar. It was not the gold you needed. It was the color of rot. You checked the temperature gauge. The mercury was stuck. You checked the pressure valve. It was loose. You tightened it with a wrench, the metal biting into your cold fingers. The house groaned around you....
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