The Golden Maze
The ink in the vellum did not dry; it sank, a slow, viscous hemorrhage into the fiber of the page, expanding into shapes that defied the geometry of the alphabet. Dr. Arthur Vane stared at the manuscript, the parchment of the *Codex Lumen* spread before him on the oak table that had survived three wars and a century of neglect. The air in the library was thick, not with dust, but with the...
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