The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The seal was cold, a disc of hammered gold leaf no larger than a penny, pressed into the wet vellum of the confession. Brother Thomas held it between thumb and forefinger, the metal biting into the callus on his right hand, a hand that had spent twenty years grinding oak gall ink and cutting quills. The scriptorium smelled of damp stone and the sharp, metallic tang of his own breath. Outside,...

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