The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The frost bit into the stone floor of the scriptorium, a cold that seemed to seep through the soles of Elias’s shoes and settle in his marrow. He stood before the Abbot’s desk, his knuckles white, gripping the edge of the oak surface as if the wood might hold him upright. The Abbot, a man whose face had long since ceased to express anything but a weary, bureaucratic contempt, did not look up...

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