The Faded Photograph

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Thomas. The name hung in the cold air of the scriptorium, sharp as a blade drawn from a sheath. Brother Thomas did not look up from the vellum, though his hand stilled, the quill trembling so slightly that a single, erratic loop of ink spread across the page, blooming into a shape that resembled a broken wheel. He had been working on the psalter for three months, a task that should have taken a...

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