The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The feast was not of meat or wine, but of silence. You sat at the long oak table in the Hall of St. Jude, a child of twelve years, though you felt ancient in the marrow. The air smelled of beeswax and old stone. Around you, the elders of the Abbey did not eat. They listened. You were the center of the circle, yet you were alone. Your brother, Thomas, sat at the far end, his face a mask of...

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