The Golden Visit
The quill in my hand felt heavy, its nib trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the ink that pooled in the well, black and viscous as night. I am Elias, a scribe of forty-two years, and I have spent the last three nights copying the *Codex Aureum*, a book of forbidden histories, in the hope that its ancient, binding logic might arrest the wasting sickness that is slowly...
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