The Wistful Asylum

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The parchment lay flat on the oak desk, its surface still damp with the smell of oak gall and iron, and you held the quill with a grip that had long since stopped being comfortable. It was the year 1347, and the Abbey of St. Jude was a place where the silence had teeth, a silence that pressed against your eardrums like the weight of the snow accumulating on the roof tiles. You were Elias, a...

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