The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ink is unstable, Elias, and your hands are too unsteady to trust with the vellum. Abbot Silas stood in the doorway of the scriptorium, his heavy woolen cloak brushing the stone floor, his voice flat and devoid of the warmth that had once characterized his pastoral care. You looked up from the Golden Master, the quill still poised above the page, the smell of gall and oak gall ink sharp in...

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