The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

"Put the quill down, Elias." I did not put the quill down. I looked up, my fingers slick with the black, viscous fluid that had seeped from the reed tip, and stared at Guild Master Aldous standing in the doorway of the scriptorium. The room smelled of oak shavings and old varnish, a dry, dusty scent that usually calmed me, but today it felt thick, like wool stuffed in my throat. Aldous’s gaze...

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