The Silent Vow of the Moors
The fog did not merely cling to the hills of the Yorkshire moors; it breathed. It was a thick, suffocating shroud that erased the boundary between the earth and the grey void above. In the center of this desolate expanse stood the ruins of St. Jude’s Priory, a skeletal remain of faith where Julian lived in a self-imposed exile of silence and study. Julian was a man carved from ice and...
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