The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The quill was wet, the ink black, and the silence in the scriptorium of the Abbey of Saint Jude was heavy enough to crush a man’s lungs. Brother Thomas counted the lines on the vellum, one by one, his breath shallow, his eyes fixed on the final folio of the *Book of Hours* that would secure his elevation to Prior. The candle flame trembled, not from a draft, but from a coldness that seemed to...

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