The Distant Ghost
The ledger in the Duke’s hand weighed as much as the debt on Elias’s conscience, a heavy, leather-bound thing that smelled of old wax and expensive lies. Three hundred gold marks, the sum required to clear the name of the Whitmore family, and in exchange, Elias was to spend the winter in the subterranean scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Jude, transcribing the *Codex Aeternum*. It was a task that...
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