The Wistful Dinner

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Brother Thomas woke from a dream where the air smelled of lavender and old wool, the scent of his daughter’s wedding dress, a garment that now hung in the abbey archive as a relic, preserved in a glass case that seemed to breathe in the candlelight. He was fifty years old, and his eyes, once sharp enough to decipher the faintest marginalia in the *Codex Aeternum*, now blurred at the edges, the...

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