The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The parchment lay on the oak desk, yellowed at the edges, smelling of dried oak gall and the faint, metallic tang of fear. Elias Thorne smoothed the corner with a thumb that had been stained black by ink for the better part of a decade. It was a simple document, a list of grievances filed by the High Archivist, but the words seemed to writhe on the page, not with the motion of living things,...

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