The Golden Master
Question: Can a man save his soul if the gold will not stick? Chapter One Khalid Barakat sat in the dim, pressurized silence of the scriptorium, his fingers stained with the grey dust of the Liber Aureus. The air here, in the deep interior of the orbital station, was always too dry, pulling the moisture from his skin until his knuckles cracked like old leather. He was forty years old, though...
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