The Distant Ghost
The letter lay on the scriptorium table, its seal broken, the ink still wet from the Abbot’s hurried hand. It was not a dismissal, but a warning, and Elias Thorne read it three times before he looked up at the dry well of his inkpot. The year was 1348, and the winter solstice was six days away. Elias needed to complete the Abbey’s chronicle, a task he had held for twenty years, to secure his...
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