The Golden Circuit

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The ink is dry, but my fingers are not. It is the fourteenth of November, in the year of our Lord 1342, and the cold has settled into the joints of my hands with a persistence that frightens me. I am forty years old, and the palsy has begun to whisper in the tendons, a dry rattle that precedes the silence of death. I sit in the scriptorium of the Library of St. Jude, a place that should be...

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