The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ledger in the hand of Brother Thomas was not merely a book of accounts, but a reliquary of sins, bound in leather that had dried and cracked like the earth beneath the cloister garden. He held it with the precision of a surgeon and the tremor of a man whose hands had forgotten the natural rhythm of rest. Outside, the wind scoured the limestone walls of the abbey, a sound like sandpaper...

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