The Wistful Mountain

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The bell tolls. You hear it in your sleep. Deep. Low. It vibrates in the marrow of your ribs. You are in the Chapel of Saint Jude. The air is thick. It smells of damp stone and old wax. You are not alone. Thomas stands before the altar. He wears the grey robe of the Order. The fabric is rough. It scratches his chin. It binds his arms. He looks at you. His eyes are dry. There is no fear in...

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