The Wistful Witness

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The mist did not lift; it merely thinned enough to reveal the grey stone of the abbey walls, standing like the ribs of a leviathan picked clean by time. I stood at the edge of the cloister, my hands trembling not from the biting cold that seeped through my woolen tunic, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had swallowed me whole. For three years, I had lived in the shadow of...

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