The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The air in the scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Jude tasted of dry rot and old vellum, a dusty particulate that coated the tongue and settled deep in the lungs, yet Elias Thorne did not cough, for to cough would be to admit the frailty of his own vessel, and he was not a frail thing, but the last pillar of a dynasty built upon ink and gold leaf. He stood before the high desk of Abbot Clement,...

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