The Golden Crossing

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The bell tolled. It was a sound of iron and dust, shaking the very stones of the Abbey. I stood at the edge of the cloister, my hands trembling. The war had come to our gates, but not with swords. It came with paper. It came with the quiet, terrible authority of the law. I am a boy of twelve years. I am not brave. I am not noble. I am only small, and I am afraid. Around me, the monks moved like...

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