The Faded River

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The Faded River

The stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude sweated, a cold, mineral dampness that seeped into the marrow of Brother Thomas, whose hands shook so violently that the quill he held snapped before it could touch the parchment. He was forty years old, a scribe of modest talent and immense guilt, and before him lay Abbot Clement, dying in a bed of rotting straw, his breath rattling like dry leaves in a...

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