The Faded Ruin
The debt ledger lay open on the stone table, its columns of inked figures smudged by the damp air of the archive. Elias turned the brittle vellum, his fingers numb from the cold that seeped up through the floor. He had calculated the sum three times; the final entry for the *Codex Aeterna* was the only line that could balance his account and free him from the Abbey of St. Jude. The room was...
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