The Golden Downtown

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The quill scratched against the vellum with a sound like a dry leaf tearing, and Thomas Bradshaw did not look up from the ledger. His fingers were stained black with iron-gall ink, the pigment biting into the whorls of his skin, and he felt the familiar, cold friction of the parchment under his thumb. It was the hour of the wolf in the year of our Lord 1342, and the air in the scriptorium was...

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