The Wistful Silence

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The bell rang. It was not a sound of metal. It was a sound of bone. "You are late," said the Master. "I am here," said Thomas. "You are present. You are not here. There is a difference." Thomas stood still. The floor was cold. The stone was old. It had seen kings. It had seen plague. It saw Thomas. Thomas was small. He was a clerk. He held the quill. The ink was black. The ink was wet. "Speak,"...

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