The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Lotus root, dried, three measures. Water, cold, one cup. Yuna Saito stood in the cramped, windowless apothecary of the old quarter, the smell of damp peat and old ink thick enough to taste. She ground the roots against the stone, the rhythmic scrape a counterpoint to the hiss of the lanterns outside, a sound that had marked the night watch for as long as she could remember. Her master, Kael,...

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