The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The air in the infirmary of St. Jude’s Abbey was thick with the scent of boiled linseed and the metallic tang of old blood, a atmosphere that settled into the lungs like a second, heavier coat. Margery held the clay pot tight against her chest, the roughness of the glaze digging into her ribs, feeling the heat of the broth radiate through the porous walls. It was a simple thing, a thick soup of...

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