The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The quill felt wrong in my hand, the feather slick and cold against my thumb as if it had been dipped not in ink but in the marrow of a dead bird, and I stared at the vellum where the lettering of the final chapter of the Golden Master had begun to bleed, the black strokes spreading into wet, dark bruises that smelled sharply of rot. I am Elias, a scribe of forty years, and I have served the...

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