The Wistful Crossroads

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The bell did not ring so much as it screamed, a jagged tear in the silence of the abbey that felt less like a sound and more like a physical wound being ripped open in the air. I was sitting in the scriptorium, the smell of dried oak gall and iron ink thick in my nostrils, when the vibration traveled through the stone floor and up into my spine, shaking the very marrow of my bones. It was the...

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