The Golden Quest
The quill slipped from Elias’s fingers, leaving a jagged, black tear across the parchment. He stared at the ink pooling on the table, a dark stain that looked less like a mistake and more like a bruise forming under the skin of the paper. Around him, the men of the Duke’s guard shifted their weight, the leather of their armor creaking in the silence of the scriptorium. Elias was forty years...
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