The Fire of Truth
The village of Oakhaven was a place where the clock had stopped three hundred years ago. The church spire dominated the skyline, a stone finger pointing accusingly at the sky. Here, the Word of the Bishop was the only law, and curiosity was a sin punishable by the stocks. Father Julian was a man of two worlds. By day, he wore the black robes of the priesthood, delivering sermons on the...
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