The Distant Temple
The letter weighed three ounces. Elias held it in his left hand, the wax seal cold against his thumb, while his right hand counted the coins in the alms box. One, two, three. A copper penny. A silver halfpenny. The arithmetic was simple, but the weight of the paper was not. It was a demand from the Bishop of York. The sacred bell of St. Jude’s Monastery was to be surrendered for the King’s war...
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