The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain does not wash you clean, Margaret; it only makes the mud slicker, turning the path from the abbey into a river of brown slurry that chews at the heels of your boots. You stand before the great oak doors of St. Jude’s, the wood black with age and wet, and the iron rings cold against your knuckles. You are a scholar of the text, a keeper of the word, yet here, in the damp chill of the...

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