The Faded Chronicle

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The feast in the great hall of St. Jude’s Abbey smelled of roasted swan and stale beer, the air thick with the smoke of tallow candles and the low hum of a hundred drunken voices. Margaret Holloway stood apart from the noise, her hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the stone floor, but from the desperate, primal need burning in her chest. She was thirty years old, a scribe of...

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