The Pale Shadows
I Youssef Amin stood in the shattered nave of the Cathedral of St. Jude, his hands bleeding from the residual trauma of a relic he had touched only hours before. He was thirty-two, unpaid for a season, and currently arguing with an Inquisitor who viewed his tactile ability to read the dying as a threat to be contained. The Inquisitor, a man of iron discipline and gray eyes, refused the release...
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