The Pilgrim's March
The road to Oxford was long and the winter was early. Anselm of York knew this because the abbot had told him so, and the abbot did not tell things twice. "Keep your head down and your mouth shut," the old man had said, pressing a leather satchel into Anselm's hands. The satchel was heavy. It contained the abbot's last work: three years of copying, of reading, of recording things that powerful...
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