The Golden Master
Act I Soo-ah Hong’s fingers bled onto the parchment, the iron gall ink mixing with her blood to create a sludge that glowed faintly, a sickly amber that pulsed in rhythm with her own failing heart. She was thirty years old, a royal scribe in a court that did not acknowledge women as scribes, yet here she was, hunched over the Emperor’s Golden Master, the debt of her family’s three generations...
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