**The Variant 06**

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The Abbey of St. Jude stood atop a jagged cliff, its black spires piercing a sky that had been the color of a bruised plum for a thousand years. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax, frankincense, and the cold, metallic tang of ancient fear. Brother Thomas walked the cloisters, his sandals clicking softly on the damp stone. He was the keeper of the Great Chronicon, a tome said to...

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