To Be Gilded: Ch 3

The carriage ride back to the Goldsman’s Guildhall was quiet between his mother and himself for a time. Restless energy swarmed the cabin as it jostled on the path. He cradled one of the small boxes from Albrecht, ginger with the contents.             “Out with it, son. Your fidgeting is worse than a horse waiting … Continue reading To Be Gilded: Ch 3