Well of Silence

The storm rolled in from the sea without warning.Wind clawed at the priory walls, rattling shutters, howling through the cloisters like a voice desperate to be heard. Brother Aldwin Merrow pressed a hand to the cellar door, feeling the cold seep through the wood. The lantern in his other hand flickered, its flame shrinking as though afraid."e;Agnes,"e; he whispered, "e;stay close."e;The child clun...