The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dampness in the scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Jude did not merely settle on the stone; it seeped into the marrow, a cold, persistent agent that Thomas Bradshaw felt in the joints of his hands as he inspected the vellum. It was the year 1348, and the air in the abbey was thick with the scent of rotting ink and the low, subsonic hum of a community unraveling. Thomas, a Royal Inquisitor of...

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