The Golden Crossing
The ink is gold today. It is always gold today, in the Royal Scriptorium of Aethelgard, provided you write what the King has already decided is true. Liv Forsberg, thirty-two years old and a scribe of no particular renown, sat at his desk with a quill that felt heavier than the last one, heavier than the one before that, as if the weight of the parchment itself were transferring to his hand. He...
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