The Cloister of Penance
Brother Elias knelt on the freezing stone of Sainte-Marie, his forehead pressed against the grit. The island was a jagged tooth of rock rising from the churning grey of the Mediterranean, a place where the wind sounded like the collective mourning of a thousand lost souls. The salt spray clung to his skin, a constant reminder of the ocean's indifference. For ten years, Elias had lived in the...
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