The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The bell tolls. You hear it before you see the stone. It is the sound of a hammer striking a bell that has been dead for a century. You are standing in a corridor. The walls are cold. They weep moss. You know this place. You have always known this place. You are holding a key. It is gold. It is heavy. It burns your palm. You are a scholar. You sit in the library of the Abbey. The dust motes...

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