The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The quill scratched against the vellum, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. Elias Thorne did not look up. His eyes were fixed on the gilded initial, the gold leaf so thin it seemed to breathe with the room’s stale air. He was thirty-four years old, and he had been copying the Duke’s chronicles for twelve years. The work was tedious, the pay was scant, and the ambition that drove...

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