The Distant Ghost
The gate to the Abbey of St. Jude had been locked for three days, the heavy iron hinges rusted into a permanent, screaming curve. Inside, the silence was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums like deep water. Thomas and his friend, a lanky boy named Gideon who spoke with a stutter that seemed to hitch on the rough stones of the floor, stood in the nave. They...
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