The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The dust in the crypt tasted of iron and old prayers, a metallic tang that coated my tongue as I scrubbed the mortar from the flagstones. I was twenty-four, my hands raw and bleeding from the labor, yet my mind was fixed on the iron bars of the Duke’s prison where my brother, Thomas, had rots for three months over a debt he did not owe. The Abbey of St. Jude was dying around us, its walls...

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