The Golden Master
So he has sent you at last, Edwin said. Is it the hour? Father Cuthbert, the king's chaplain and the only man still permitted to descend into the rock beneath the hall, set his lantern on the sill of the grate and lowered himself to the bench. He was old, older than the memory of him that Edwin carried, and the scent of the upper world clung to his robes — woodsmoke, wax, the green breath of...
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