The Distant Whispers

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The feast of St. Jude’s Day had barely cleared the scriptorium of its wine-stained cloths and the lingering, cloying scent of roasted boar when I crept down to the undercroft, my twelve-year-old heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, driven by a terror so acute it had calcified into a singular, obsessive purpose. My father, Master Elias Bradshaw, lay in the infirmary above, his...

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