The Wistful Asylum

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The road to the Abbey of St. Jude was not a road at all, but a scar of packed earth torn through the moor, bleeding mud into the gray mist that clung to the heather like wet wool. Sir Elias Vane sat upon his destrier, the horse’s breath a thick cloud in the freezing air, his hands resting on the pommel of his sword. He did not grip it. He did not need to. The blade was a heavy, familiar weight,...

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