The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dampness in the scriptorium of St. Jude’s Abbey did not smell of mold, as Elias Thorne had always assumed, but of old blood and iron. He sat hunched over the lectern, his breath shallow and rapid, the candlelight catching the sheen of sweat on his forehead. Beneath the psalter lay the palimpsest, a sheet of vellum so thin it seemed to vibrate against the stone, its surface scarred by the...

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