The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain that erased the boundary between the stone walls of the Abbey and the void beyond, turning the ancient corridors into a labyrinth of dripping silence where the air tasted of wet dust and centuries of unspoken prayers. I walked with a heavy step, my boots creaking against the moss-slicked flagstones, the sound echoing back at...

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