The Golden Ritual
The bell did not ring. It hummed, a low, vibrating note that seemed to rise from the stone floor of the Abbey of St. Jude, a place that existed in the folds of a Tuesday afternoon in 1342, or perhaps it had always existed, suspended in the amber of a time that did not care for calendars. Elias stood before the altar. He was twelve years old, his skin pale as milk, his eyes wide with a hunger...
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