The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of the Abbey’s lower cloister, a pale and persistent shroud that softened the harsh edges of the medieval stone. Here, in the shadow of the high arched windows, the air smelled of damp limestone, old vellum, and the faint, metallic tang of iron. Brother Elias stood before the great oak lectern, his hands resting on the cold surface, fingers long and...

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