The Golden Circuit

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My hands were shaking so badly I dropped the quill into the inkwell, and the black liquid spread across the parchment like a bruise. I wiped it on my sleeve, the wool stiff with old grime, and looked up at the Abbot, who stood in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. The scriptorium was cold, the kind of damp that settles in the bones, and the only sound was the low, thrumming hum...

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