The Owl of the Silent Cloister
The year was 1348, and the world was ending in a slow, coughing fit of blood and black boils. In the forests of the Auvergne, where the trees grew twisted like the fingers of a dying man, the silence was absolute. No birds sang; no deer grazed. Only the Great White Owl remained, a spectral sentinel with eyes like polished amber. The Owl was not a bird of flesh, but a remnant of the land's...
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