The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Thomas. The Abbot’s voice cut through the damp air of the scriptorium, sharp as a knife slicing through wet wool. Thomas looked up from the desk, his fingers stained black and blue, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The candle flame sputtered, throwing long, jagged shadows against the stone walls. He had been copying for six hours. His eyes burned, and a cold sweat clung to his neck....

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