The Wistful Voyage
The leather of the satchel had cracked along the seams, a dry, brittle fracture that whispered every time Thomas adjusted his grip on the strap. "Will the Abbot actually listen to a boy of twelve?" Thomas asked, his voice thin against the howling wind that tore through the valley. "He is a man who has not spoken in three years. I have heard the monks say he stopped talking when the last of the...
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