The Distant Whispers

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The stone breathed. Not metaphorically. The cold limestone of the abbey’s undercroft expanded and contracted against Julian’s cheek. He lay still. His eyes were closed. He was dreaming of silence. A heavy, velvet silence that swallowed sound before it could reach him. He woke to the sound of scratching. It was small. Dry. Like a fingernail on wood. Or a claw on slate. Julian opened his eyes....

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