The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The feast hall of the Abbey of Saint Jude smelled of roasted lamb, beeswax, and the heavy, cloying sweetness of old wine, a scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the slow, inevitable rot of his own ambition. He sat at the high table, his forty years of service to the scriptorium etched into the deep lines of his face, while forty monks chanted in the low, rhythmic drone that...

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