The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ink in the well had turned to a sludge of black and grey, mirroring the bruised sky outside the high tower’s single, narrow window, where the war raged with a dull, persistent thunder that vibrated through the stone floor and up into the soles of my boots. I was thirty-two years old, a scribe of the Citadel, and I had only three days left until the winter solstice to complete the Golden...

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