The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-21 16:34:48 -

In the dream, the stone did not look like stone; it looked like a bruise that had never healed, a deep violet swelling against the grey sky of the abbey courtyard. Margaret woke with the taste of iron in her mouth, the metallic tang of old blood and old fear, and for a moment she could not distinguish the damp chill of her cell from the cold that lived in the bones of the cathedral itself. She...

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