The Wistful Voyage

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The iron gate of the Abbey of St. Jude stood ajar, a jagged mouth in the gray stone, breathing out a cold that felt less like winter and more like the specific, hollow ache of a hunger that had not yet found its name, and it was here, in this desolate stretch of the moor where the wind did not blow but screamed, that Thomas Bradshaw walked with the weight of his transgression not as a burden on...

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