The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain has been falling on the stone roof for three days, a steady, rhythmic tapping that sounds like the knuckles of a patient god checking the time. You are sitting in the scriptorium, the air thick with the smell of oak gall and old dust, your fingers stained black with ink that will never wash out. Your father, Abbot Silas, stands by the heavy oak door, his back to you, watching the storm...

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