The Faded Road
The parchment lay flat on the oak table, its edges curling slightly in the dry autumn air, and Elias Thorne stared at the seal pressed into the red wax, the image of St. Jude’s raised hand trembling under his gaze. It was a perfect forgery, a masterwork of his own desperation, designed to legitimize the admission of his younger sister, Elara, into the convent of St. Agatha, a sanctuary from the...
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