The Wistful Letter

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The smell of the abbey was not of sanctity, but of wet stone and old wool, a dampness that settled in the lungs and stayed there, heavy and cold. Brother Thomas stood before the Abbot’s high table, his hands clasped in a manner that was strictly enforced by the rules of the house, though the fingers inside the gloves were trembling with a fever that had no name in the liturgy. The Abbot, a man...

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