The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bell tolled at dawn. It was a deep, brassy sound that vibrated in the marrow of Elara’s bones. She sat at the long oak table in the Refectory, her hands folded over a bowl of porridge that had long since gone cold. The stone walls of the Abbey were damp with the morning mist, weeping a fine condensation that smelled of lichen and decay. Around her, the other sisters stirred. They were...

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