The Distant Whispers

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The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a cold and persistent argument against the stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude, where Master Elias Thorne sat alone in the scriptorium, his fingers stained with the iron-gall ink that had become the second skin of his soul. He was a man of few words and many observations, a scholar who had traded the warmth of human connection for the cold, precise...

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