The Fallen Saint
The cathedral of St. Jude’s was a forest of white marble and gold leaf, a place where the light filtered through stained glass to cast kaleidoscopic patterns on the kneeling faithful. In the center of this celestial geometry stood Clara, the Saint of the Silver Light. She was twenty-two, with eyes the color of a winter morning and a voice that could soothe the most violent of fevers. Clara...
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