The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ink stains your fingers to the wrist, a dark bruise that will not wash out, as you dip the quill into the well of oak gall and iron. The Abbot’s cough is wet, a rattling thing in the chest that he tries to hide behind his hands, but the sound carries up the spiral stairs of the high tower, louder than the scratching of your pen. You are Elara, thirty-two, and you have spent the last decade...

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