The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the bruised sky, a cold, viscous mist that clung to the limestone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude. Brother Elias stood at the edge of the cloister, his heavy wool robes soaked through, the water running in rivulets down the stone floor. He was a man of letters, of quiet contemplation, of ink-stained fingers and a mind that sought order in the...
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