The Distant Garden

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The nib scratches the vellum, a sound like a mouse gnawing on a bone. Your hand moves in a steady rhythm, the goose quill dipping into the inkpot that costs more than your annual wage. You are Elias, forty-two, and the scribe of St. Jude’s Abbey, a place where the stone walls sweat with damp and the air smells of rot and old wax. You want the pension. You want the copper coins that will allow...

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