The Wistful Silence

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The ledger weighed four pounds, twelve ounces, and three grams of guilt. I knew the weight because I had held it in my left hand, the one that still trembled only when the cold pressed against the knuckles, for the last forty minutes. The Abbot’s desk was oak, dark as dried blood, and it sat in the center of the archive room like a tombstone. I was forty-two years old. I had worked here for...

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