The Wistful Silence

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The mist clung to the stones of St. Jude’s like a burial shroud, thick and damp against my face. I was forty-two years old, and I had walked for three days to reach this place, seeking only the silence of the archive to erase my name from the ledger of debts. The abbey stood isolated on a crag above the valley, a medieval fortress of gray granite that seemed to breathe in the fog. As I...

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