The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The bell tolled. It was not a warning. It was a summons. The air in the scriptorium tasted of dust and dried ink. Elias sat. His hands trembled. He held the quill. The parchment was white. It was a blank page. It was a mouth. He was the Archivist. He kept the words. He did not make them. The Abbot had given him the task. The Abbot was old. The Abbot was cruel. The Abbot was the law. Elias...

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