The Golden Circuit
The ink had not yet dried on the final ledger entry when the sky tore open. It was a sound like a bone snapping, a wet, heavy crack that split the air above the Abbey of St. Jude, followed by a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums. Brother Thomas, the abbey’s keeper of records and silent investigator of its spiritual ailments, stood in the...
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