The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The parchment lay on the oak desk, its surface rough and dry, smelling of oak gall and old sweat. Elias adjusted the quill in his right hand, the feather frayed at the tip, and stared at the blank space where the King’s name was to be inscribed for the final time. The scriptorium was cold, the stone walls weeping condensation that dripped onto the floorboards with a slow, rhythmic tick that...

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