The Ethereal Blade
The Monastery of St. Jude sat like a jagged tooth of granite atop the highest peak of the Swiss Alps, a place where the air was so thin it felt like breathing glass. For three hundred years, it had been a sanctuary for the world's most forbidden knowledge, a fortress of faith and silence. Father Thomas, the monastery's chief archivist, was a man of precise habits and a soul that had long since...
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