The Golden Visit
I woke with the taste of ash and honey in my mouth. It was a cloying sweetness, thick as syrup, coating the back of my throat. I lay still, listening to the wind howl against the stone walls of the cell. The light was grey and thin, filtering through the high, barred window. I knew I was in the Abbey of St. Jude’s. I knew I was there because of the crime they had pinned on me. I knew I was...
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