The Distant Blade
The candle flame trembled, not from a draft, but from the weight of the silence pressing against the stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude. Elias sat hunched over the parchment, his breath shallow, his eyes fixed on the forbidden script of the *Codex of Silence*. He was thirty-two years old, a scribe of modest talent and immense, quiet ambition, and he wanted to prove that his mind could contain...
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