The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

Thomas. The word is not a summons but a strike, a hammer blow from the Abbot’s voice that cracks the air in the chapel. You are on your knees, the quill frozen in your hand, the ink well trembling on the stone floor. The year is 1348, and the air in the monastery of St. Jude’s is thick with the smell of damp wool and the sweet, rotting scent of the plague that has already taken the prior and...

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