The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The road to the abbey was not so much a path as a scar cut into the heath, a narrow vein of packed earth that bled mud when it rained and dusted white in the summer heat, and I walked it with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man who has learned that speed is a luxury the condemned do not possess. The air smelled of wet wool and old stone, a scent that seemed to cling to the back of my throat,...

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