The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The ledger showed twelve hours of labor for the Abbot’s final vigil, and Thomas had counted the stitches in the hem of his own tunic to keep his hands from shaking. He sat in the scriptorium, the smell of wet ink and old parchment thick in his throat, watching the mud outside the window turn from grey to black under the weight of the rain. The Abbot, his father, was dying. It was a fact as hard...

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