The Wistful Letter

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The banquet hall of the Abbey of St. Jude did not smell of feast, but of decay masked by spice. It was a thick, cloying aroma of saffron and rotting apples, suspended in the candlelight that trembled against the stone arches. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the head of the long oak table, his fingers stained yellow from the medicinal tinctures he had been grinding all day. He was a man of the intellect,...

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