The Distant Promise
The candle flame in the scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Jude flickered, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls as Brother Thomas sat opposite the Abbot, his hands resting on the cold oak table, knuckles white and trembling with a violence that he could no longer conceal. The Abbot, a man whose face had long since hardened into a mask of institutional rigidity, leaned forward,...
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