The Pale Door
The road to the Abbey of St. Jude was a ribbon of red clay that wound through the mist. Thomas walked it alone. He was twelve years old and his boots were heavy with mud. He carried a bundle on his back. Inside the bundle was a coat. It was a long coat. It was pale blue. It had been his father’s. Thomas was a scribe’s apprentice. He had been sent to the abbey to learn the trade. The abbot,...
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