The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The cold in the abbey was not merely a temperature but a presence, a heavy, wet woolen weight that settled into the marrow of my bones and refused to lift, no matter how fiercely I fed the tallow candles until the air turned thick with the acrid, stinging scent of burning animal fat. I sat alone in the refectory, the great stone table before me cold enough to bruise my palms where I rested...

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