The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The bell did not ring; it was swallowed by a fog so thick it had the weight of wet wool, pressing against the stone walls of the Abbey of Saint Jude until the masonry groaned in a low, subterranean hum. Caelum, a boy of twelve winters with hands stained the permanent violet of crushed blackberries, sat upon a bench of cold slate, his breath visible as a thin, trembling ribbon in the air,...

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