The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The nib of the quill scratches against the vellum, a sound like a dry bone dragging across stone, and you do not look up. You are Brother Thomas, forty years old, and your hands are steady enough to bind a page, though they tremble when the ink stops moving. The scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Jude smells of lamp oil and damp wool, a thick, suffocating scent that clings to the back of your...

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