The Wistful Silence

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Your fingers are stained black to the second knuckle, the ink drying in the creases of your skin like a second, darker dermis. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and you are three hours from the dawn that will determine whether your brother’s soul remains bound to the crypt or is released to whatever waits beyond the stone. The scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Jude smells of iron, damp...

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