The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ink is wet again. I said it was dry, Malachi. I said it was dry. I looked up from the parchment, my neck stiff from the long hours of hunching over the lectern, and found the Abbot staring at me with a face that had lost all its warmth. The candle flame in the corner guttered, casting a long, trembling shadow across the stone floor, but the Abbot did not flinch. He was holding a quill in...

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