The Wistful Voyage

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a persistent, gray veil that turned the stone walls of the Priory into weeping faces, and within that damp, suffocating enclosure, young Thomas Ashworth felt the very marrow of his bones begin to dissolve into the cold, damp earth, for he was the only one who could hear the silence screaming, a low, tectonic hum that vibrated against the...

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