The Wistful Witness

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The iron key is cold against my palm, colder than the November wind that whips through the unfinished arches of the western tower, and I am Elias Thorne, a mason of forty years, writing this chronicle by the light of a tallow candle that sputters and dies as often as my hope. My father, the Prior, lies in the infirmary below, his breath a rattle in the throat of a man who has spent a lifetime...

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