The Faded Apartment
The banquet hall of the Abbey of St. Jude, a place where the stone walls wept with centuries of condensation and the air hung thick with the cloying, medicinal scent of dried wormwood and crushed lavender, was not a place for silence, yet for three days following the arrival of the new Inquisitor, a profound and terrifying quiet had settled over the refectory like a burial shroud, broken only...
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