The Faded Guest
The departure from the Abbey of St. Jude was not marked by a ceremony, but by a silence so profound it seemed to press against the eardrums like deep water. Brother Thomas stood at the arched doorway of the scriptorium, his hands bound not by rope, but by the invisible, heavy chains of a vow that had been broken in spirit if not yet in word. He watched the rain slide down the ancient limestone...
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