The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The soup was cold when Elias found it in the tin cup. It had been sitting on the windowsill of the scriptorium, exposed to the damp November air that seeped through the limestone cracks of the abbey. It was a thick, brown sludge, made from the last of the barley and the roots that the winter garden had surrendered before the frost took hold. Elias, the youngest of the novice scribes, picked up...

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