The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The quill had worn down to a nub, three inches of stiff goose feather stripped of its barbs by the relentless drag across the vellum, and Thomas counted the remaining strokes in his head, one, two, three, as if counting the breaths of a dying man. It was the hour of Matins, though the bell had not yet rung, and the cellar of the Abbey of St. Jude smelled of damp stone, beeswax, and the metallic...

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