The Wistful Letter
The rain hammered against the leaded windows of the Abbey of St. Jude’s, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that seemed to mimic the erratic, feverish thumping of Clara’s heart, a sound that had driven Brother Elias to the damp, candlelit scriptorium where the forbidden *Codex Umbra* lay open on the heavy oak desk, its pages slick with an ink that did not dry but moved, pulsing like the dark veins...
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