The Faded Apartment

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The wind did not merely blow through the high, arched windows of the Abbey’s scriptorium; it screamed, a low, guttural moan that vibrated in the teeth and settled deep in the marrow, as if the very stone of the building were alive and thrashing in its sleep. Brother Julian stood at the center of the circular room, his hands pressed flat against the cold oak of the lectern, his knuckles white,...

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