The Golden Farce
The letter from the Council arrived on a Tuesday, the envelope heavy with the bureaucratic weight of rejection, and I opened it with hands that had spent forty-five years handling vellum and parchment without a tremor. It was not a request for more funding, but a revocation, a formal declaration that my life’s work, the preservation of the *Codex Aeterna*, was a "golden farce" that drained the...
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