The Golden Master
The feast was held in the high tower of the Abbey of St. Jude, where the air tasted of stale wax and damp stone. Candles gutted in their iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows that danced against the vaulted ceiling. Below the gallery, a table groaned under the weight of roasted geese, pike in vinegar, and wheels of hard cheese. The monks in their brown robes ate with heads bowed, the...
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