The Guild of Scribes celebrates—then demands hazard pay

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    "prompt": " Illustration inside a scribes’ workshop: long benches, multiple scribes copying in parallel, wrists wrapped in cloth, ink-stained fingers; Aemilia “Ink-Fingers” stands holding up a petition for hazard pay. On a wall, a comically long sample line repeated hundreds of times: “Our Glorious Leader…” with one scribe’s hand still writing it involuntarily even while he looks exhausted. Warm lamplight, crowded desk clutter (ink, reeds, papyrus offcuts).  "
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