The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The frost had crept into the bones of the Abbey of St. Jude, a damp, biting chill that seemed to emanate not from the stone but from the very air, settling into the joints of Brother Elias like a slow-acting poison. He sat hunched over his desk in the scriptorium, the candle flame trembling in a draft that smelled of mildew and old ink, his hands shaking so violently that the quill skipped...

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