The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ink did not dry. It swelled. Elias watched the black pool spread across the page. The words were forming. Not his words. Not human words. They were glyphs. Sharp, angular, and cruel. They looked like scratches made by a hungry dog on a wooden floor. He lifted his hand. The quill fell. The ink kept moving. It traced a line down the paper. Then another. A symbol. A mark. It pulsed with a...

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