The Pale Echo
The candle flame in the scriptorium did not flicker, but burned with a steady, terrible intensity that seemed to draw the shadows back into the corners of the stone room, where Elias sat alone, his fingers stained black to the first knuckle, transcribing the final, forbidden page of the *Codex Umbra* not for the glory of God, but to prove, once and for all, that his mind was a sharper...
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