The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Who was she, really, if not the ink that stained her? Rania Amin woke with the question hanging in the air, sharp as the September frost that had crept into the scriptorium despite the closed shutters. She was thirty-two, a dyer’s daughter given to the monastery for a dowry spent on a doctor, and now she was the hand that wrote the words. The light was grey and low, slanting through the glass...

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