The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended mist that clung to the stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude, turning the ancient mortar into a slick, weeping skin. Brother Thomas stood in the center of the cloister, his back straight against the damp chill, watching the water bead on the cobblestones. He was a man of fifty winters, though the years had carved him deeper than...

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