The Codex of the Black Death
The monastery of St. Jude was a fortress of stone and silence, perched on a cliff overlooking the plague-ridden valleys of Tuscany. Inside the scriptorium, the air was thick with the smell of old parchment and the metallic tang of blood. Brother Thomas was a man of two worlds. By day, he was a humble monk, praying for the souls of the dying. By night, he was a thief of knowledge, secretly...
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