The Distant Wound
Mildred Ledbetter was twelve years old and the only scribe in the Abbey of St. Jude who did not flinch when the ink ran out, a fact that had made her indispensable and, lately, a target. The winter solstice was three days away, and the Codex of Silence lay unfinished on the oak desk, its final chapter a blank space that felt like a hole in her chest. Brother Thomas, the Head Librarian, had...
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