The Wistful Crossroads

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The road to the Abbey of St. Jude was not a path but a scar, a jagged line of black stone cutting through the grey mist of the highlands, and I walked it with a rhythm that felt less like walking and more like the swinging of a pendulum in a silent clock tower. My left hand rested against my chest, over the place where my heart beat, a steady, maddening drum that I had learned to trust more...

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