The Golden Visit
The count began at dawn. Twelve ounces of quicksilver. Three vials of distilled mercury. One cracked glass, waiting in its velvet case. I had been the Royal Alchemist for nine years, and in that time, I had weighed out the kingdom’s secrets one grain at a time. My task was singular and absolute: cure the King’s wasting sickness before the winter solstice. The uncanny element was the Gilded...
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