The Wistful Witness

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron, settling over the high, vaulted ceiling of the Abbey of St. Jude’s where Brother Thomas had spent the last thirty years of his life cataloging the silence between the bells. He was a man of few words and many doubts, his fingers stained permanently with the dust of vellum and...

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