The Golden Master
The bell rang, sharp and brassy, cutting through the damp chill of the scriptorium. Elias looked up from his desk, his fingers already trembling against the smooth, cool surface of the vellum. He had spent three years on this book, the Golden Master, layering gold leaf over ink until the pages seemed to glow with their own internal heat. It was not just a job. It was the only thing that made...
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