The Distant Temple
The rain has not stopped for three days, a persistent, cold gray sheet that turns the cobblestones of the abbey courtyard into a slick, treacherous mirror, reflecting the jagged teeth of the broken stained-glass windows above. You stand at the threshold of the scriptorium, your hands trembling not from the chill that seeps through your woolen robes, but from the weight of the silence that has...
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