The Wistful Saga
The silence in the monastery of Saint Jude was not an absence of sound but a heavy, physical substance, a thick amber resin that trapped the breath of the monks and the dust motes dancing in the shafts of pale light that pierced the high, narrow windows. Brother Elias, the infirmarian whose hands had once healed the wounds of soldiers and whose mind had deciphered the dense, Latin texts of...
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