The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Elias. The name was not spoken, but it hung in the damp air of the cellar like a heavy stone, a summons from the depths of his own making. Brother Elias, forty years old and hunched over the vellum, did not look up. He could not. The quill in his hand was trembling, not from cold, though the November wind howled against the high, narrow windows of the scriptorium above, but from the sheer,...

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