The Distant Nightmare

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Chapter One I remember the sound the kettle made before the rain did, a thin, high whine that cut through the silence of the infirmary at Saint Jude. We were in 1348, or what passed for it in the fever-dream of that winter, when the abbey walls sweated black water and the air tasted of copper and rotting lilies. I was thirty-two, an inquisitor by title, though my hands shook too much to hold a...

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