The Faded River

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The Faded River

The stone arches of the Abbey of St. Jude’s did not simply stand; they breathed, a slow, tectonic respiration that I had spent forty years learning to synchronize my own lungs with, a rhythmic intake of dust and decay that felt less like breathing and more like the slow, painful extraction of a splinter from the marrow of the soul. I stood in the central nave, my back pressed against the cold,...

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