The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dust in the scriptorium does not settle so much as it hangs, a suspended galaxy of ochre and charcoal that coats the tongue with the taste of ancient decay and forgotten prayers. You are there, kneeling on the cold stone floor, your knees aching with a dull, persistent throb that feels less like pain and more like the memory of pain, a ghost that refuses to leave the body. You are the...

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