The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The feast of the Order was a thing of cold light and warm breath, a paradox held in the glass walls of the Archive. We sat in the long, curved amphitheater, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old paper, the humidity kept at a precise, sterile forty percent to preserve the vellum. There were forty of us, the senior archivists, robed in the heavy, unadorned wool that served as both uniform...

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