The Wistful Campus

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The frost bit deep into the stone of the abbey wall. Brother Thomas stood before the choir. His knees ached. The pain was a dull, grinding thing. It lived in the joints. It whispered of old age. It whispered of the end. He was the oldest man in the house. He had served for forty years. Forty years of silence. Forty years of bread and water. The walls were cold. The air was thin. His breath...

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