The Pale Verdict
The year was 1348, and the air in Paris smelled of wet ash and unwashed wool. Elias Thorne, a scholar of fifty winters, stood before the gates of the Inquisition, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the weight of the leather-bound treatise in his satchel. He had spent three years documenting the plague, not as a punishment from God, but as a biological event, a neutral force that...
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