The Blood of the Saints

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The year was 1348, and the air in Florence smelled of vinegar and rot. Brother Thomas knelt in the damp cellar of the monastery, his hands trembling as he held a silver lancet. Before him lay a young girl, her skin pale as parchment, her breathing a ragged whistle. Thomas was not a man of faith, though he wore the robes of a monk. He was a man of the vein. He had discovered a hidden truth in...

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