The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The air inside the abbey’s undercroft tasted of wet limestone and the metallic tang of ancient blood, a flavor that had settled into the marrow of my bones over forty years of solitary vigil. I was not a monk, nor a priest, nor a ghost, but a Keeper of the Threshold, a title that held no rank in the secular world yet commanded a silence in this stone labyrinth that was absolute and terrifying....

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