The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The autumn light in the Ministry of Records was a pale, sickly thing, filtering through the high, grimy windows of the east wing and settling upon the dust motes that swirled in the stagnant air like the ghosts of forgotten men. I, Elara, sat at my desk, my left hand resting on the velvet-bound volume known as the Golden Master, and felt the familiar, violent tremor begin to ripple through my...

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