The Faded Chronicle

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The stone of the Blackfriars Undercroft did not breathe, yet I could feel it trembling beneath my boots, a low, subterranean hum that had become the rhythm of my own blood. I stood in the center of the vaulted ceiling, surrounded by the shadows of a thousand forgotten monks, and I felt the weight of my own sin pressing against the back of my skull like a second brain. It was a Tuesday, or...

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