The Golden Farce
The frost bit deep into the earth. I felt it in my teeth. The monastery bell tolled. Three times. It was time for the labor. My name is Thomas. I am a stonecutter. I have no father. I have no mother. I have a brother. His name is Elias. We are orphans of the war. We are orphans of the debt. The Abbot watched us. He stood in the shadow of the nave. His robes were black. His face was pale. He...
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