The Golden Song
The ink is black, but your hands are shaking, and the parchment is white as a fresh grave. You are Elias, a scribe in the High Court of Aethelgard, and you are dying by the degree. Your brother, Thomas, is in debt to the Crown for a sum that will never be paid in coin, so you have taken the commission to transcribe the Golden Song, a text that exists only when written and costs the scribe a...
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