The Wistful Silence

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The ledger of the night was tallied in hours, not coins, and you had spent six of them already standing in the nave of the Chapel of St. Jude, counting the veins of black ichor that pulsed along the mortar with the slow, rhythmic insistence of a failing heart. You were Sir Aldric, forty years old, a knight of the Order of the Silver Shield, and your duty was absolute: the chapel’s dedication...

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