The Golden Maze
The bell tolled six. I climbed the stairs. Stone underfoot. Cold. The air tasted of dust and old parchment. I carried the ledger. It was heavy. Bound in leather. Cracked at the spine. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. I am Margaret. I am the clerk. I am the woman who stays. The abbey stood on the hill. White stone. Sharp angles. It pierced the grey sky. Below, the town slept. Mud and...
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