The Golden Master
The bell did not ring so much as it screamed, a jagged tear in the fabric of the morning that sent a tremor through the ancient stones of the Abbey of St. Jude. It was the Hour of the Breaking, the time when the novices were expected to surrender their names, their histories, and their very shadows to the Order. Elowen stood in the refectory, her fingers laced tightly between her knees,...
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