The Distant Nightmare

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The ink had not yet dried on the Abbot’s seal when Elias felt the first chill of dread settle into his marrow. It was the year of our Lord 1240, and the air in the scriptorium of St. Jude’s hung thick with the scent of oak gall and fear. Elias, a scribe of thirty years whose hands were mapped with the pale scars of his trade, stood before the high table where Abbot Malachi presided like a...

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