The Wistful Letter

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Elias, you are late again. The Abbot’s voice did not echo across the scriptorium, for the Abbot was not there, but the weight of his absence pressed against my eardrums like a change in barometric pressure. It is the fourteenth of October, in the year of our Lord 1348, and the cold has settled into the stone walls of St. Jude’s with a persistence that defies the hearth’s fire. I am thirty years...

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