The Golden Circuit
The stone remembers. It is cold. It is wet. It does not care for your warmth. You are here. You are small. The tower looms. It is the old chapel. It stands in the center of the town. It has always stood. It will always stand. You are a woman. You are poor. You are hungry. The bread is stale. The water is thick. The air smells of rot. You look up. The stained glass is dark. The light does not...
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