The Distant Whispers

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The iron rosary was cold, a weight fused to Thomas Bradshaw’s wrist, its links grinding against the damp stone of the infirmary floor. He was forty years old, his body a map of old wars, and he wanted only to survive the night to deliver a sealed confession to the Abbot. The Abbot had ordered his execution for the murder of Lord Pemberton, a crime Thomas had not committed, but the church’s...

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