The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The ink was cold. It bit into the skin of my fingertips, a sharp, stinging burn that felt less like a chemical reaction and more like a physical wound. I held the quill steady, though the hand that gripped it trembled with the palsy that had stolen my father’s life and was now, inevitably, mine. The year was 1342, and I was Elias, a scribe of thirty-two years, serving in the shadow of the Abbey...

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