The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The quill snapped against the parchment with a sound like a dry twig breaking in winter. Brother Elias stared at the tear in the vellum, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps that fogged in the cold air of the scriptorium. It was the year of our Lord 1347, and the moon hung low and sickly over the Abbey of St. Jude, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone floor. He had come for the...

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