The Golden Visit
The ink on the parchment did not dry. That was the first thing I noticed, and the only thing that mattered, though I had spent the previous three centuries trying to convince myself that it was merely a matter of humidity, or perhaps the particular viscosity of the gallnut I had ground that morning. I sat in the high tower of the Academy, a place that had no name in the maps of the world below,...
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