The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

Elias, come here. The Abbot’s voice did not rise above a murmur, yet it cut through the damp silence of the scriptorium with the precision of a blade. Elias left his quill, the ink still wet and black against his thumb, and stepped down from the high stool. The floor was cold stone, slick with the condensation that rose from the cellar where the wine was kept. The Abbot stood by the window, his...

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