The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The candle flame in the scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Jude trembled, not from a draft, but from the weight of the silence that pressed against the stone walls. Elias, a scribe whose hands were stained permanently with oak gall ink, traced the edge of a psalter page with a finger that felt numb and distant. It was the year of our Lord 1342, and the air in the archive tasted of damp wool and...

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