The Golden Circuit

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The ink was still wet on the last line when the door creaked. Brother Julian sat in the narrow cell, his back straight against the cold stone. He was old, his skin like parchment held over a frame of brittle twigs. His hands, once steady enough to bind the great illuminated manuscripts of the abbey, now trembled slightly in his lap. He did not look up. He knew the step. It was the heavy,...

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