The Wistful Throne

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The air in the chapter house smelled of beeswax and rotting flesh, a cloying mixture that hung heavy in the high summer heat of 1348. Thomas Bradshaw, twelve years old and trembling with a fever that had no name, watched from the shadows of the scriptorium as Abbot Cuthbert placed a laurel wreath upon the head of Brother Julian. It was a coronation of sorts, a silent declaration that Julian,...

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