The Faded Photograph

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Thomas. The name hung in the damp air of the scriptorium, sharp and cold, cut off before it could become a command. Brother Thomas did not look up from the vellum. He was thirty-two, though the lines around his mouth suggested a man who had been carving stone for forty years. The candlelight flickered, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude. Outside,...

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