The Distant Garden

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The petition lay on the Abbot’s desk, a single sheet of vellum stained with the grease of Thomas’s thumb. He had written it three times, each time the ink bleeding slightly, a red tint that the Abbot, Brother Malachi, pretended not to see. Malachi was a man of edges, his fingers perpetually scrubbed raw by the lye he used to clean the scriptorium floors. He looked at the paper, then at Thomas,...

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