The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The air in the cathedral of Saint Jude did not smell of incense, but of iron and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of Eleanor’s throat with a viscosity that defied the dry, dusty silence of the nave. She stood at the threshold of the apse, her boots caked in the red clay of the courtyard, her hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the stone floor, but from the...

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