The Faded Portrait

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The quill snapped. Thomas stared at the broken feather, the tip black with dried blood. The scriptorium was cold. It was the night before the winter solstice, and the wind howled against the high windows of the Abbey of St. Jude. He needed to finish the final page of the *Book of Hours*. The Abbot had said so. The Abbot had also said Thomas’s eyes were failing because of his pride. Thomas did...

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