The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The glass vial in your hand is cold, the kind of cold that seeps through the leather of your glove and settles in the bone, and you are trying to keep the last drop of the Abbot’s blood from sliding out of the fractured neck. You are thirty years old, a novice who has spent a decade scrubbing floors and copying psalms, and now you are standing in the damp cellar of St. Jude’s Abbey, the stone...

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