The Wistful Silence

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You do not speak. You listen. The cell is stone. It is cold. The air tastes of damp and old iron. You are here. You are the Inquisitor. Or so they say. You are the man who finds the truth. Look at the object. It sits on the floor. It is a small wooden box. It is carved with vines. It is closed. You stare at it. It has been here for three days. Three days since the monk, Brother Thomas, was...

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