The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The air in the Undercroft smells of damp stone and old, dried lavender, a scent that clings to your skin like a second, cooler layer of breath. You have been down here for three days, or perhaps it is only an hour, for time in the deep places of the Abbey does not move in straight lines but pools in the corners, thick and viscous as honey. Your master, Brother Julian, is not here. He is in the...

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