The Wistful Skyline

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The morning air in the Abbey of Saint Jude was so cold it felt less like a temperature and more like a physical weight, pressing against Thomas Bradshaw’s chest as he stood at the edge of the cloister walkway. Below, the courtyard was a square of gray stone, silent save for the rhythmic, wet sound of the rain striking the flagstones, a sound that had persisted for three days without pause....

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