The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The bell had rung for Matins four times, a dull, iron-throated sound that vibrated in the marrow of your bones, yet you remained on the cold stone floor of the cell, counting the grains of sand in the hourglass you had stolen from the library, each grain a second of your mother’s remaining life, each second a weight that crushed the air from your lungs. You were Elias, a monk of forty years,...

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