The Distant Affair
The feast was held in the Great Hall of the Abbey, a stone throat swallowing sound. Candles burned low. Shadows stretched long and thin across the floor. The air tasted of wax and old sweat. Brother Thomas stood by the window. He watched the rain. It tapped against the glass. A steady, rhythmic knock. He was the Keeper of the Threshold. A title that meant little to the new monks. To them, he...
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