The Faded Chronicle

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The candle wax dripped like molten gold onto the stone table, pooling in a sticky, amber lake. It was the Feast of Saint Jude, and the Great Hall of the Abbey smelled of roasted boar, stale beer, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Father Thomas sat in the corner, his fingers wrapped tightly around a chipped clay mug. He was a small man, thin as a reed, with ink-stained hands that never quite...

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