The Wistful Crossroads

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The great hall of the Abbey of Saint Clement did not smell of incense or old stone, but of the wet, metallic tang of the blood that had been spilled upon the marble floors during the Feast of the Assumption, a scent that had settled into the porous limestone and refused to leave, permeating the air with a heavy, cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat like a bad taste. Brother...

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