The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ivy had long since strangled the stone of the cloister, its dark tendrils weaving a tapestry over the windows where the light died before it could reach the floor. Brother Julian stood before the high altar, his fingers tracing the cold brass of the candelabra, feeling the vibration of the choir’s low hum through the soles of his sandals. It was a sound that had sustained the Abbey for...

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