The Faded River
The iron gate of the monastery did not creak when Elias turned the key. It opened with a silence so profound it felt less like a sound and more like a theft, a sudden vacuum where the world’s noise should have been. Inside, the stone walls breathed a cold that seeped through the wool of his coat, settling into his marrow with the patience of old grief. He had crossed three borders to reach this...
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