The Golden Quest
The parchment was thick, the vellum stiff with age, and the ink had dried to a black that looked less like writing and more like a bruise. Elias held it under the tallow candle, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the signature he was about to affix. The banquet hall roared around him, a sea of silk and steel, but Elias heard only the scratching of the quill and the...
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