The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-18 07:06:00 -

The mortar bowl is heavy in your hands. It is a thick stone thing, cold to the touch, stained dark by years of use. You are standing in the center of the infirmary. The air smells of boiled wool, wet ash, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Outside, the wind howls against the stone walls of the Abbey of Saint Jude. It is a cold night. The kind of cold that seeps into the bones and does not...

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