The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The tallow candle hissed, spitting grease onto the stone floor of the scriptorium. Brother Thomas watched the flame waver, his eyes fixed not on the light but on the red, swollen mass of his left knee. It pulsed with a rhythm that had nothing to do with his heartbeat. The Abbot stood behind him, a silhouette of black wool and iron will, his breath shallow in the cold air. "The Duke expects the...

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