The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The cold in the scriptorium was not the chill of winter, but the damp, bone-deep damp of a cellar where the air hung heavy with the scent of rotting oak and old ink. Brother Thomas, a man of thirty-two whose hands were perpetually stained with the residue of his labor, sat hunched over the *Liber Vitae*, the great book of the Abbey of St. Jude. He wanted the title of Abbot, a desire so sharp it...

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