The Distant Nightmare

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The cracked wooden cross lay in Thomas’s palm, its grain rough and splintered against the calluses of his left hand, a relic of a faith he had once wielded like a sword and now clutched like a broken bone. He sat in the damp, stone-walled infirmary of the Abbey of St. Jude, the air thick with the smell of boiled herbs and stale sweat, watching the dust motes swirl in the single shaft of grey...

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