The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ink on the parchment was still wet, a dark, viscous pool that refused to dry in the cold air of the scriptorium. Thomas held the quill with a steady hand, his knuckles white, the feather trembling only slightly against the parchment. Across the table, Abbot Clement watched him. The Abbot’s face was a mask of carved stone, immutable and severe, his eyes hidden beneath the heavy brow of his...

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