The Distant Affair
The cellar of the Abbey of St. Jude smelled of damp limestone and the sweet, cloying rot of old bread that had gone to mold in the pantry above. Thomas, twelve years old and sharp-featured from hunger, crouched before the sealed crypt door, his fingers white-knuckled around a rusted iron key that had been hidden in the hem of his tunic. He was not there by choice, but by the desperate...
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