The Golden Ritual
The letter lay on the oak desk, its seal broken, the parchment yellowed by the damp air of the scriptorium. Elias Thorne read it twice, his eyes scanning the technical specifications for the new ledger binding, then a third time for the clause on compensation. The Guild demanded a tithe of ten percent of his output, a standard fee for the use of their reagents, yet the document specified that...
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