The Wistful Voyage
The candlelight in the Abbot’s study flickered against the damp stone, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to breathe with the cold of the fourteenth-century winter, while Brother Elias, a scholar of forty years whose mind had long since outgrown the rigid boundaries of his order, stood before the heavy oak desk with his hands clasped so tightly that his knuckles had turned the color of...
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