The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The parchment was burning. Silas held it tight against his chest, the heat seeping through the wool of his tunic, blistering the skin of his palms. He was forty years old, a Royal Scribe of Aethelgard, and his hands were already weeping with the pain of the Living Ink. The script on the decree was not mere ink; it was a covenant. If the truth it contained was suppressed, the words would eat the...

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