The Golden Circuit
The winter of 1342 settled over the town of Oakhaven like a shroud, heavy and grey, pressing the breath out of the lungs of those who lived within its walls. Elias Thorne sat in the scriptorium, the smell of tallow and old parchment thick in the air, his hands trembling as he dipped his quill into the inkwell. He was forty years old, a scribe of the Guild, and he had twelve days left to...
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