The Golden Visit
The bell of the Abbey of Saint Cuthbert tolled not with the deep, resonant bronze of a sacred instrument but with the sharp, fractured scream of shattering glass, a sound that cut through the fogged air of the scriptorium like a blade through wet silk. Brother Elias did not look up from the vellum he was illuminating, his quill moving with the mechanical precision of a man who had long since...
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