The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-19 21:15:40 -

The mud was thick. It sucked at our boots with a wet, heavy sound, like a dying man breathing. I walked behind Thomas. He carried the seal. It was a heavy thing. Iron. Cold. The rain did not stop. It fell in straight lines, blurring the world into gray water. We were going to the Abbey. The road was long. My back ached. I had not slept in two days. Thomas did not speak. He looked down at the...

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