The Wistful Witness

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Chapter One Who among the living dares to drink from a cup that shatters the moment it touches the lips? Henri Moreau, thirty-two years old and hollowed by a hunger that had become a second skin, sat in the scriptorium of the Abbey of Saint-Claude, his fingers trembling over the vellum. The air in the room was heavy with oak gall ink and the damp chill that seeped up from the stone floor, a...

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