The Golden Song
The candle on the lectern flickered, its flame bending away from the draft that rose off the stone floor. "Your voice is too loud, Brother Elias," the Abbot said, his voice flat and dry as the parchment he held. "You are vibrating the walls." I did not speak. I was forbidden to speak until the inspection was complete, a rule of the cell that had governed my existence for three years, since I...
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