The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The iron gate groans open with a sound like a dying man’s breath, and you step into the courtyard of the Abbey of St. Jude, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and the metallic tang of blood that has soaked into the flagstones over centuries of quiet violence. It is not a cathedral, not truly, for it lacks the soaring glass that catches the sun, but a fortress of faith, a place where the...

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