The Golden Greenhouse

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The ink is still wet on the page, a dark stain that seems to bleed into the parchment, just as the black spots bleed into Elara’s neck, and I write this by the guttering light of a tallow candle because the silence in the cell is louder than the screams from the infirmary outside. I am Thomas, a scribe of the Order of St. Jude, though I have not written scripture in three weeks, only lists,...

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