The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude, a grey, relentless membrane that blurred the line between the interior and the void outside. Elara stood before the iron-bound door of the scriptorium, her hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the parchment she clutched to her chest. It was a letter, sealed with wax the color of...

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