The Faded River

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The Faded River

The cold bit into the bones. It was a cold that did not care for flesh. It cared only for the stone, the iron, and the silence. The walls of the Abbey of St. Jude were thick. They were made of grey granite. They did not breathe. They did not blink. They watched. Brother Thomas stood before the Master. The Master was old. His skin was like parchment. His eyes were dark pits. He sat upon a chair...

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