The Distant Whispers

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The quill was heavy in Brother Thomas’s hand, a weight that seemed to anchor him to the desk as the candle flame sputtered in the drafty air of the scriptorium. It was the winter of 1342, and the stone walls of the abbey pressed in closer with every passing hour, cold and indifferent to the shivering scribe who sat alone in the flickering light. Thomas, forty years old and his heart a failing...

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