The Golden Crossing

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The frost bit deep into the earth. I left. The gates of the Abbey closed behind me with a groan of ancient wood. No one watched. No one cared. The snow fell in heavy, white veils. It covered the road. It covered my sins. I walked. My boots crunched. The sound was sharp. It was the only sound. The world was silent. The world was dead. I carried the stone. It was warm. It burned against my chest....

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