The Distant Promise
The stone of the Abbey of St. Jude’s did not merely stand; it breathed, a slow, arthritic inhalation that pulled the damp air from the crypts up through the flagstones and into the lungs of the nuns who slept in the cells above, a rhythm so ancient and so deeply woven into the fabric of their daily existence that to interrupt it would have been akin to severing the artery of the world itself....
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