The Golden Master
Chapter One The debt was four hundred zlotys, a sum that smelled of sulfur and old blood, and Zofia Wojcik held the evidence of her ruin in a palm that trembled not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing mass of the object. It was a tooth, golden, pulsing with a heat that had nothing to do with the fire, and it grew heavier with every lie spoken in its presence, a rule she had learned the hard...
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