The Golden Mirror
Chapter One The fog in the Po valley did not lift; it thickened. Rosaria Orsini stood in the cold room of the butcher shop, the air so dense with the smell of iron and wet wool that her teeth ached. She was forty-five, a scholar of ancient alchemy, and she was dying to be published. Her mentor, Professor Gritti, had left her a leather-bound notebook before his heart stopped. Inside, hidden...
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