The Golden Circuit
Julian Hathaway. The name was spoken by the Abbot, a low rumble in the cloister that seemed to vibrate in the stone floor beneath Julian’s boots. It was a summons, not a greeting. Julian stood in the archive, the air thick with the dust of centuries, holding a ledger that weighed more than it should. He had come to audit the history of the Order, to write the definitive account of its founding,...
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