The Wistful Mountain

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The wool cloak was heavy, not with weight but with the accumulated silence of forty years. It hung on the iron hook behind the door of the scriptorium, its hem dragging through the dust that settled in the deep shadows of the stone floor. Brother Anselm stood before it, his hands trembling slightly as he ran his fingers over the coarse weave. The fabric was worn thin at the elbows, the color of...

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