The Wistful Silence

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Elias. The Abbot’s voice was not loud, but it carried the weight of a closing door. It cut through the smell of beeswax and damp stone in the scriptorium. I looked up from the vellum. My pen was still wet, the ink black and sharp as a blade. The Abbot stood in the doorway, his shadow stretching across the floor like a stain. He wanted me to come to the Hall. I wiped my hands on my rag. The rag...

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