The Wistful Silence

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The bell rang once. Then it stopped. Brother Silas stood at the edge of the moor. The mist was thick. It swallowed the world. He held his staff. The wood was old. The wood was dry. It had walked with him for forty years. Now it felt heavy. It felt dead. He walked on. The path was narrow. It cut through the heather. The heather was black. The sky was gray. There was no sun. There was no wind....

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