The Faded Road
The silence in the abbey cellar was not merely an absence of sound, but a physical weight, a thick, cool gelatin that pressed against Julian’s ears and settled deep in his marrow, where the ache of his failing heart had long since made its residence. He sat upon the cold stone floor, his back against the damp wall where the mortar had crumbled into soft, grey dust, and in his hands he held the...
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