The Distant Legend

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The bread was still warm when I found the ash on my tongue, a gritty, bitter residue that no amount of water could wash away. It was the Feast of All Souls, a night when the abbey’s great hall had been filled with the scent of roasting lamb and spiced wine, and the air was thick with the low murmur of monks and the lay brothers who served them. I was not a monk, nor was I a lay brother. I was...

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