The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world until the road to the Abbey of St. Jude was merely a suggestion of mud and stone. Thomas Bradshaw walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man whose bones had been replaced by lead, his hands bound not by rope but by the invisible, suffocating weight of a secret he had carried for thirty...

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