The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ink was bleeding again. Giuseppe Lombardi stared at the vellum, the black fluid spreading in a slow, wet stain that looked less like text and more like a bruise forming under the skin of the page. He held his breath, his fingers trembling against the cold oak desk, watching the letters of the Codex Aureus dissolve into a dark, formless smear. The smell of iron salts and oak galls hung heavy...

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