The Wistful Witness

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The bells of St. Jude’s did not ring to mark the hour, but to mourn the departure, a low, bronze-throated lament that rolled across the slate roofs of the monastery and settled in the marrow of Elias like a stone. He stood at the arched window of the scriptorium, his hands pressed against the cold glass, watching the courtyard below where his mother, Margaret, was being led away by two monks in...

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