The Crimson Cloister
The Spanish sun was a cruel master, baking the white walls of the monastery until they shimmered with a ghostly heat. Mateo walked through the cloisters, the sound of his boots echoing in the oppressive silence. He was a 'Hound of the Inquisition,' a man trained to find the hidden sins of the world and excise them with a blade. He had been raised in the shadow of the Church, taught that pain...
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