The Golden Echoes
The carriage wheels groaned against the frozen mud as they crested the hill, revealing the Abbey of St. Jude perched like a broken tooth against the gray sky, a structure of black stone and silence that seemed to absorb the light of the dying winter sun. Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old and already aged by the weight of his father’s debts, stepped down from the vehicle with a cough that...
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