The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The candle burned low, the wax pooling in a black lake on the stone desk. My hands trembled, the quill scratching against the vellum with a sound like dry leaves. I was twelve, an apprentice to the Duke’s scriptorium, and I wanted only to finish the genealogy before dawn. The Duke stood in the doorway, his shadow stretching across the page, a long, dark finger pointing at the blank space where...

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