The Golden Suspect

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The rain in the valley of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of gray mist that smelled of wet stone and old iron, wrapping itself around the spires of the monastery where I had lived for thirty years as a penitent monk, a man who had traded his name, his past, and his very flesh for the silence of the cloister. I was Thomas, or at least the name the brothers called...

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