The Golden Quest
"The seal is wrong," Master Kovač said, his voice flat as a stone dropped in deep water. "Look at the edge. It is too smooth." Vladimir Ionescu looked at the parchment. The ink was still wet, a dark smear that refused to dry, pooling in the grain of the paper like oil on a rough stone. He had been at this for three hours, his hand cramped, the smell of the alchemical reagent sharp in his nose....
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