The Golden Quest
I Carmela Rinaldi was a scribe of no particular renown, employed by the Baron’s estate to copy ledgers in a room that smelled of brine and old paper, and she had not slept since the winter solstice approached like a debt collector. The dry cold of the season preserved everything, from the dust motes to the guilt, and it made the joints in her hands ache with a weight that no amount of warmth...
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