The Distant Promise
Act I Every ledger in the Abbey of Saint-Malo was a cage, and Etienne Joubert had spent twenty years learning the shape of the bars. He sat in the scriptorium, the candle flame trembling in the draft that seeped through the stone, his eyes burning from the effort of deciphering the final page of the Abbot’s forbidden account. The humidity in the air was a physical weight, swelling the wooden...
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