The Golden Quest
The bell tolls. It is a low, bruising sound that vibrates in your teeth. You stand in the corridor of the Abbey of St. Jude. The stone is cold. It seeps into your bones. You are not a man. You were not born of a woman. You are made of moss and silence. You are a creature of the deep wood, trapped in the walls. The Prior passes you. He does not look. He wears wool that smells of damp and sweat....
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