The Wistful Silence

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Elias Vane lay awake in the narrow, stone-vaulted chamber of the Abbey of St. Jude’s, listening to the rain hammer against the ancient glass, a rhythmic, ceaseless drumming that seemed to pulse with the same frantic, desperate energy that had driven him from the city of Aethelgard for the last twelve long, unending years, and in that half-light, before the first gray wash of dawn had begun to...

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