The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The brass key was warm in my palm, heavier than it had any right to be, and the lock on the door before me was not the iron-bound oak of the Abbey’s main gate but a smooth, pale wood that seemed to breathe under the pressure of my thumb. I turned it, and the sound was not the scrape of metal on metal but a low, wet intake of breath, and I woke in my narrow bed in the east wing, the October cold...

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