The Distant Whispers

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The burin was cold in my hand, its steel edge catching the dim light of the scriptorium as I held it against the blank sheet of vellum. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a master engraver in the isolated monastery of St. Jude, and I wanted to complete the final plate for the Abbot’s new reliquary by the winter solstice. The Abbot, a man of rigid authority, had forbidden me from using the...

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