The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The light in the scriptorium did not come from the sun but from the paper itself, a pale, sickly glow that seemed to breathe with the humidity of the bayou. Romain LaCour sat at the oak desk, his fingers stained black with iron gall ink, the quill trembling slightly as he attempted to transcribe the final verse of the Golden Song. The vellum was old, older than the stone walls of the monastery...

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