"Father!" The Apothecary's voice dripped with venom, a serpent's hiss of defiance. "Have we, high above the rabble, ever bowed to their feeble sway? Our oaths, mere shackles to constrain our greatness. Do we not wield the power of our station?”
"Father!" The Apothecary's voice dripped with venom, a serpent's hiss of defiance. "Have we, high... [more]