The Golden Greenhouse
The rain on the road to the Abbey of St. Jude did not wash the dust from your face; it only turned the grit into a paste that caked into the creases of your uniform and the gash bleeding from your temple. You are Elias, a constable of forty years, and you carry a warrant for the Abbot, a man who has hoarded the last supply of morphine in the county, a crime that is less about theft and more...
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