The Pale Shadows
The ink was still wet on the ledger when Elias turned the page, the black stain spreading into the grain of the parchment like a bruise under skin. He stood before the Abbot, his hand hovering over the signature line, refusing to sign the final certification that declared the archive complete and the forbidden texts destroyed. The room was silent, save for the tick of the wall clock and the...
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