The Golden Harbor
Chapter One Rehema Warsame, twenty-four, a court apothecary, stood in the fog that ate the sound of bells, holding a vial of golden essence that burned her fingers. The liquid inside glowed with the volatile light of a dying star, a substance that required the distilled breath of the celestial to cure her brother Kael’s wasting sickness. She pressed the glass against her hip, feeling the heat...
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