The Golden Visit
The ink is blacker than the night, and it smells of iron. You are Elara, twenty-four, and your fingers are stained to the second knuckle. In the scriptorium of the Abbey of Saint Jude, the year is 1348, and the air is thick with the scent of lamp oil and fear. You want to finish the illuminated manuscript for the Bishop. You need the gold leaf to catch the light before dawn. The opposing force...
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