The Wistful Witness

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The smell of boiled turnip and stale yeast had become the scent of my life. It sat heavy in the air of the undercroft, a thick, suffocating blanket that pressed against my lungs with every breath. I was the new steward at the Abbey of St. Jude, a position of low rank but high responsibility, tasked with the care of the sick and the preparation of their meals. My duties were simple, yet they...

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