The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The letter lay on the oak desk, the wax seal broken, the ink still damp from the courier’s haste. You read it twice, the words blurring at the edges where your sight was failing. The Bishop’s scribe had used a heavy hand, the letters thick and blunt, demanding the final page of the *Golden Master* by the winter solstice. You knew the date. You knew your hands. The cold in the scriptorium was a...

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