The Golden Visit
The bell in the tower of the Inquisition did not ring. It screamed, a jagged shriek that tore through the grey morning and shattered the silence of the monastery like a stone through glass. Brother Thomas stood in the scriptorium, his quill frozen in mid-air, a drop of ink hanging from the nib like a black teardrop. He was not a monk of high rank, nor was he a warrior. He was an investigator of...
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