The Golden Quest
The mortar in the walls of the old monastery was crumbling, a fact I had documented in my ledger with the same detached precision I applied to the botanical index, though the silence of the place pressed against my eardrums with a physical weight that no amount of cataloging could dispel. I was not a monk, nor a pilgrim, nor a thief, but an administrator, a man of ledgers and legal instruments,...
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