The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The bell had not rung for the third hour, but Elias felt the silence like a physical weight pressing against his eardrums. He stood at the heavy oak doors of the Abbey of St. Jude, his hand gripping the iron latch until his knuckles turned white. Inside, the nave was dim, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and old wax. He was thirty years old, a clerk of modest standing, and in his coat...

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