The Wistful Voyage

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The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless against the stone walls of the chapel. Thomas stood in the nave, his breath shallow. The damp air clung to his skin. It tasted of wet limestone and decay. He was not praying. He was waiting. The shadow of the bell tower stretched long and thin across the flagstones. It moved with a slow, deliberate grace. Thomas watched it. His hands trembled at his...

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