The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The quill, stiff with dried oak-gall ink, lay in my hand like a splinter of bone, its tip trembling against the vellum of the *Book of Hours* where I had just inscribed the Latin for "I am the first." I am Thomas, a novice of twelve years at the Abbey of St. Jude, and I have been watching the shadows in the scriptorium since the candlelight failed to reach the corner of the room. I want to copy...

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