The Wistful Letter

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The feast in the high chapel of St. Jude’s was a spectacle of rot dressed in gold. We were twelve in number, bound by the ancient, iron-clad statutes of the Inquisition, and we sat around a table of black oak that seemed to breathe with the dampness of the crypt below. The air was thick with the scent of roasted lamb, burnt beeswax, and the sharp, metallic tang of old fear. I watched the broth...

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