The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The bell tolled. It was a heavy, iron sound. It did not ring. It struck the air. Thomas Ashworth stood at the threshold. He did not look back. The monastery door swung shut. The cold bit his neck. He was a clerk. He had been a clerk for ten years. His hands were stained with ink. The ink was black. It was permanent. The Abbot had called him. That was the beginning. Or the end. It depended on...

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