The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The feast was a cacophony of clinking silver and roasted meats, a sensory assault that seemed to vibrate within the marrow of young Thomas Bradshaw’s bones. He sat at the far end of the long oak table in the refectory of St. Jude’s Oratory, a place of rigid discipline and high expectation, where the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and unwashed wool. The brothers in black robes moved...

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