The Golden Circuit
The ink has dried upon the final line of this testament, yet my hand still trembles as if it were wet with the blood of the old world, and I sit here in the narrow, stone-walled cell of the Abbey of St. Jude, listening to the wind moan through the high, barred windows like a beast denied its prey, while the candlelight flickers against the rough-hewn walls and casts long, dancing shadows that...
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