The Wistful Silence

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The letter lay on the oak desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and damp wool. Brother Elias read it twice, the parchment trembling under his fingertips, though the paper did not move. It was a summons from Abbot Thorne, brief and cold as the stone floor beneath his feet. Elias folded the paper, the crease sharp as a blade, and looked at the *Book of Hours* before him. The final...

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