The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The nib of the quill scraped against the vellum with a sound like a bone grinding in a socket, a friction that Elara felt not in her ear but in the marrow of her left wrist. She did not look up; to look up was to admit the trembling, and the trembling was a luxury the Guild could not afford. The cleanroom of the Alchemical Order, a space of polished stone and filtered light that smelled of...

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