The Pale Fracture
The ink is bleeding again, Brother Elias, and the Abbot says we burn the whole shelf if you do not stop your fumbling." Elias Thorne did not look up from the desk. He was forty years old, a man whose spine had curved to match the curvature of the codex he had spent the last decade repairing, and the smell of the scriptorium hit him before the sight of the room did: a thick, cloying mix of oak...
0 Kommentare 0 Geteilt 1 Ansichten 0 Bewertungen