The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, persistent mist that turned the cobblestones of the Abbey’s outer courtyard into slick, black mirrors. It was a damp, heavy silence, the kind that presses against the eardrums before a storm breaks. In the high window of the scriptorium, a single candle flickered, its flame trembling in the draft that crept through the stone gaps. Thomas sat...

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