The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The quill snapped. Elias stared at the broken tip, a jagged shard of feather trembling in his ink-stained fingers. The scriptorium was cold, the air thick with the scent of drying oak gall and fear. Outside, the bells of St. Jude’s tolled the hour, a dull, rhythmic thud that seemed to vibrate in his teeth. He was forty-two years old, and he had never felt so old. The King’s prejudice hung over...

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