The Pale Banner
The iron bars of the window let in a slice of grey light that fell directly across the open page of the Codex, illuminating the ink so it seemed to bleed into the parchment. Brother Elias did not look up from his work; his quill moved in a steady, mechanical rhythm, scratching against the vellum with a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. He had been writing for three days without...
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