The Golden Farce
Chapter One "Can you sell a ghost?" Pietro Messina asked, wiping a streak of soot from his cheek with a rag that had once been white. The apprentice, Enzo, looked at the vial on the counter. Inside, the liquid swirled, not with color, but with a darkness that seemed to pull the light from the room. It was the Golden Farce, or so the guild called it, though it tasted of iron and regret. "It’s...
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