The Faded Photograph

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The wind did not howl outside the stone walls of the Abbey; it whispered, a dry, papery rustle that sounded like old letters being unfolded in the dark. Marguerite sat in the center of the refectory, her back against the cold masonry, her hands resting on her knees. She was not sleeping. She was listening to the trees. Outside, beyond the high, narrow windows that looked out onto the grey...

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