The Distant Promise
The rain that had been falling since the dawn of the previous Tuesday finally ceased, leaving the stone floors of the Abbey cold and slick, reflecting the flickering tallow candles that burned in sconces set high into the walls, and in that sudden silence, which was so profound it seemed to press against the eardrums with a physical weight, young Thomas realized that he had not slept, nor...
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