The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ink is black, but it tastes of iron. I am thirty-four years old, and my lungs are a sieve. The cough comes now as I write, a wet, rattling tear in the silence of the scriptorium. It is the Black Lung, the same rot that took Thomas three winters ago. He died in this very cell, his breath fogging the frost on the windowpane, while I sat below him, copying marginalia. I am Elias. I want to be...

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