The Crusade of Stars
Brother Thomas's hands trembled as he turned the pages of the book that should not have existed. It was hidden behind a false panel in the wall of the Canterbury Cathedral scriptorium, wrapped in cloth that was neither linen nor cotton but something older, something that predated every material he knew. The binding was leather, but not animal leather—it was smooth and warm and slightly flexible...
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