The Golden Song
The year was 1348, and the plague had not yet reached the valley of the Rhine, but the air in the scriptorium tasted of rot and old ink, a thick, cloying scent that Elias Thorne had long since stopped noticing. He was thirty-two years old, a monk of the Order of St. Benedict, and for the first time in his life, he did not want to pray; he wanted to prove. The *Liber Aureus* lay open on the oak...
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