The Golden Quest
To the Abbot, in the silence of the night. I write this by the light of a single tallow candle, the flame trembling in the draft that leaks beneath the oak door. I am Brother Thomas, your scribe, and I come to you not with a prayer, but with a confession that borders on heresy. I know the Codex Aureus is chained in the archive, forbidden to all but the Abbot’s eyes, yet I know it holds the only...
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