The Distant Garden

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The ink was still wet on the letter to the herbalist when the door to the infirmary opened, but Brother Elias did not look up. He was staring at the crumbling map of the walled garden, his fingers tracing the dry, cracked lines of the paths that led to the spring. The stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude were damp, a cold that seeped into the marrow, mirroring the wasting of his sister’s lungs...

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