The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Chapter One My hands shook, the quill slipping as I mixed the blood with the iron gall. The ink glowed, a faint, sickly green, binding itself to the vellum of the Golden Master. I was forty-two, and the palsy in my fingers was a thief, stealing the fine lines before I could draw them. Brother Anselm had been dead three years, yet his name signed the margin I uncovered, a prophecy of my own end...

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