The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The rain in the city of Ostrava did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended mist that clung to the cobblestones and the damp wool of the penitent’s robe, turning the medieval streets into a labyrinth of slick, black mirrors. Elias, a monk of forty years whose face had been carved by the same relentless wind that eroded the limestone spires, walked with a heavy, deliberate gait toward the...

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