The Golden Crossing

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The bell in the tower did not ring at dawn, nor at dusk, nor at the hour of vespers. It rang only when the ink in the Master’s well ran dry. Walter stood before the window of the scriptorium, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the vibration that had hummed through his bones since he woke. The dream had been simple, as dreams of obligation often are: a golden chalice, heavy as a heart,...

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