The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The cart groaned under the weight of the jars. I could feel the vibration in my teeth, a dull, rhythmic thud that matched the beating of my heart. We were three days into the journey toward the Abbey of Saint Cuthbert. The road was mud, deep and sucking. My partner, Thomas, walked ahead. He did not look back. He never did. He carried the ledger. I carried the honey. It was a strange cargo for a...

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