The Distant Affair
The feast of All Souls is a riot of wax and wine, a suffocating warmth that presses against the cold stone of the Abbey of St. Jude’s. You stand at the edge of the refectory, your tunic stained with the grey dust of the archives, watching the Abbot lift his goblet to the congregation. The air is thick with the smell of roasted pork and beeswax, a heavy, cloying sweetness that makes your head...
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