The Abbey of Shadows
Ex fumine carnis. From the flame of flesh. The air hung over the abbey like a shroud of wet linen, heavy with the scent of cypress rot and the buzzing of insects that had no names in any language spoken by white men, insects that had been here before the French, before the Spanish, before the Africans were dragged in chains across the water, and insects that would remain long after the abbey...
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