She rode in on an alabaster horse.  The lazy sun glistened like a juicy tangerine on the horizon.  She slid off the mare and pushed open the door of her cabin.  On the table sat a fragrant bouquet of wild flowers and package wrapped in brown paper, tied with a simple string.  “For you my dear,” said the card.  “Use them in good health.”

Inside the package were tiny brown vials of pure liquid gold. 
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