The Eternity of Mourning
The chamber had no windows. That was the first thing Eleanor remembered, or rather the first thing she remembered remembering, because time had become a palimpsest in this place beneath the cathedral, where the stones themselves seemed to hold their breath. She sat at the iron table, her fingers tracing the engraving that had been there since before she arrived, before she forgot. The...
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