The Eternal Crusade
The monk died with the Codex in his hands and blood on his lips and eyes that saw something beyond the firelight. Brother Anselm of Canterbury knelt beside him in the mud of a French forest, rain falling through the branches like God's own tears, and took the manuscript from the dying man's grip. "Take it," the monk whispered. His French was thick with a dialect Anselm did not recognize. "It...
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