The Golden Ritual
The bell did not ring so much as it exhaled, a low, bronzed moan that rolled across the flagstones of the refectory, shaking the dust from the rafters and settling into the marrow of those who sat in silence. It was the hour for the Litany of Binding, a ritual so ancient that its origins had dissolved into the bedrock of the Abbey, indistinguishable from the stone itself. Brother Thomas sat at...
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