The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The quill was heavy, its nib stiff with dried gallnut ink, and Elias held it as if it were a splintered bone he was trying to set. Outside the high windows of the scriptorium, the winter solstice storm battered the stone walls of Aethelgard, a relentless, grinding assault that shook the dust from the ceiling beams and settled it in the creases of his sleeves. He was thirty years old, the Royal...

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