The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The ink in the Royal Chancery did not smell of oak gall and iron, as a scribe might expect, but of copper and wet earth, a scent that Elias Thorne had spent twelve years learning to associate with the particular, heavy silence of his own complicity. It was the autumn of 1347, and the air in the scriptorium was thin with the smoke of tallow candles and the thicker, invisible weight of the King’s...

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