The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Elias. The Abbot’s voice was not loud, but it carried the weight of stone, cracking against the damp air of the scriptorium. I looked up from the vellum, my fingers stained black with ink that had soaked into the whorls of my skin, a permanent map of my labor. The deed to my father’s farm lay on the desk before me, a single sheet of heavy paper that felt heavier than the iron plowshare it had...

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