The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The ledger lay open in Thomas’s hands, the ink wet and black, bleeding into the parchment like a fresh wound. He sat on the cold stone step of the abbey, the winter wind cutting through his thin wool tunic, and watched the letters form. The book did not record what had happened; it recorded what would happen. This was the secret of Brother Aldric, the mad scribe who had died in his cell last...

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