The Golden Harbor
Act I "Get the satchel, Grainne. The Abbot is waiting, and he does not wait for the rain." The voice was low, rough with the strain of speaking through a cracked jaw, but the command was absolute. Grainne Gallagher, twenty-four, stood in the downpour outside the Abbey of Kildare, her fingers white-knuckled around the leather strap of her satchel. The rain was not a gentle thing; it was a...
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