The Distant Affair

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The mortar was already in your hand when the Abbot’s shadow fell across the scriptorium floor. You did not look up. You were grinding dried willow bark into a fine powder, the pestle moving in a steady circle, the rhythmic crash of stone on stone the only sound in the room. The scent of bitter earth and old wood filled the air, a smell that had become the background hum of your life for three...

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