The Wistful Voyage

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The bells of the Abbey rang out, low and heavy, like stones dropped into deep water. They marked the hour. They marked the end. Brother Elias stood by the high window, his hands resting on the cold stone sill. The glass was thin. It was old. It was cracked. A single fracture ran through the pane, jagged and sharp, like a vein of lightning frozen in time. He had placed his finger on it. He felt...

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