The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The ink was black, the vellum white, and the gold was fading. Elias stood before the final folio of the *Book of Hours*, his breath shallow in the freezing air of the scriptorium. He was forty years old, a man whose spine had curved to match the curvature of the parchment he had spent two decades illuminating. His fingers, stained permanently with oak gall ink, trembled as he applied the last...

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