The Golden Ritual
The count began at four o’clock in the afternoon, when the shadow of the spire cut the courtyard in two. Thomas Bradshaw sat at his desk, counting the hours he had spent since dawn. Seven hours. Seven hours of copying the marginalia of the court’s debtors, seven hours of grinding ink until his fingers were black and stiff, seven hours of waiting for the pension that would allow him to leave...
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