The Golden Master
The ink was drying on the final line of the declaration when the shivering began, a tremor that started in the marrow of Elias’s bones and worked its way outward until his fingers, stained with the indigo of the official seal, could no longer hold the pen steady against the parchment. He sat in the high-backed chair that had once belonged to his grandfather, a man who had measured out his life...
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