The Golden Oath
Chapter One I remember the weight of the ledger before I remember the cold. It was a heavy thing, bound in leather that had cracked along the spine, and it sat on the desk of the Abbot, a man whose face was as hard as the stone he guarded. I had come to the sealed monastery of St. Jude in the autumn of 1348, when the wind carried the scent of rot from the orchards below, to transcribe the...
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