The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ink did not dry; it spoke. Elias watched the letters of *Chapter Fourteen* settle into the vellum, the black pigment shifting like living things before it hardened into the cold, absolute truth of the text. He was thirty years old, a scribe of the Order of the Silver Quill, and his hands trembled not from the chill of the scriptorium but from the weight of the words he was forced to...

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