The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

"The vellum is wasted. Again." The Abbot’s voice cut through the damp air of the scriptorium, sharp as a knife against the cold stone. Thomas looked up, his fingers stained black to the wrist, the quill trembling in his grip. He did not answer. He could not. The smell of the room hit him first, a thick, cloying mix of oak gall, animal fat, and the underlying, sweet rot that seemed to seep from...

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