The Faded Apartment

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The ink had dried into a shape that resembled a weeping eye, a dark, swollen tear suspended on the parchment, and Thomas Bradshaw stared at it with the terrified reverence of a boy who sees his own reflection in a dark mirror. He was twelve, a novice scribe in the stone-walled cellar of the Abbey of St. Jude, and the winter solstice was three days away. If he did not finish the final page of...

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