The Golden Master
The ink on my left hand was not ink. It was a stain of dark, viscous reality that no amount of lye or scrubbing could lift, a black web that crept past my knuckles and settled into the creases of my palm like a second skin. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior archivist in the Ministry of Records, and I have spent the last three months trying to restore the Golden Master, a ceremonial seal...
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